On Sunday I was recovering from a progressive supper.
For those of you unfamiliar with the concept, this is when you have a
dinner party on the move - starters at one house, mains at another,
dessert elsewhere. And as if having 15 couples traipsing through the
village between courses wasn't intriguing enough, you don't actually
know who you'll be hosting before they turn up, and no idea where you're
headed next until you open the envelope at the end of each course