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Back to the cathouse.
That night was Rich Levy night.
We had pasta sauce with clams from the hamper he sent.
I made it with rice rather than the pasta which was also included, because it fit better into bowls that way.
Limey provided a whole bag of prawns and I was going to siphon some off to have in a sarnie the next day (prawns are still considered a luxury in my house) but it ended up as a kind of gumbo and all the prawns were decanted, coated in sauce and thoroughly enjoyed.
So, not kosher Rich, sorry.
We talked about having dessert but that was before we started eating.
Were all too stuffed to even consider it afterwards. I lie, we did consider. Just not for long.
Oh - I forgot to mention.
I got Mr Limey Utopia on DVD for Christmas. Luckily I didn't know he (they) now have a blue-ray or I'd have felt obliged to get it on that and it's much more expensive...
We watched the first episode together one evening, can't remember which.
I had forgotten how sweary and violent it is, but also how very very funny. I'm not sure if that came across to the Limes; I just snorted reasonably quietly to myself.
Now I know Limey has a visceral reaction to blood and gore. So she did really well. She watched in silence and did not make any kind of fuss. But she admitted to me afterwards that when she woke in the night, she found it hard to get back to sleep because of what she'd watched. Which made me feel rotten. I hope Mr Limey enjoys the rest of it. And it did look absolutely gorge on their spanking new big telly.
1) Here tis me with part of the Limeys' music collection in the background
2) Old chap. That hare tugging on his cape better watch out, he's already wearing ermine.
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