Whilst the cats away....

With our secretary and head honcho Sue being away on a girlie weekend (Is it me or does that sound like two people being away ??) the evening was rather raucous with Geoff leading the way on the naughtiness stakes...more of this later.  (Is he saying its not raucous when I’m there ??)

The hosts requested we each brought along our favourite summer wine. This included a rather delicious Vouvray (Brut) fizz which came a close second as the favourite wine of the evening , brought back by Jacqui and Nick from their recent stay in the Loire. True to form Mark brought along another typical wine of the Loire region (Not) a fabulous Bordeaux (well he would say that wouldn’t he) , Barron Lestac.

For the non red wine drinkers amongst us the French white went down well, light and crisp. As did the Pino Grigio (Blush)The other two reds included a Shiraz from Chile and Cabernet Sauvignon (Yellow label) Wolf Blass®.

Surprise surprise, the Wolf Blass® won hands down as the best wine of the evening in the blind tasting – supplied by Terry and Karen, some of us felt that this was a bit of a cheat…with Wolf Blass® being a trusted favourite amongst most of us… it was bound to win.

Finally, Geoff took the opportunity to let his hair down and attract some alternative female attention as Sue was away. Kisses all-round as you can see from the photo below, well as they say…while the cats away.

Time to put a cork in it….before I get anyone else in trouble

Mark

(Ahh but I hear you did get in trouble with Miss W.. told off twice..apparently !!)

 

Thank you for stepping in a Blogging the evenings events and for the pictures, especially of the one of my husband ‘caught in the act’.  You could have a side line with Jacqui, your pictures catching partners ‘being naughty’ as you put it then Jacqui can go in for the kill with the divorce settlement !

…So I am sure you DO want to hear about my girlie weekend away, no, you DO..

Well I am only going to tell you about the wine, as the Three Tarts (as we became know from the first lunch… no I am not going to explain just HOW that came about ) it was decided from very early on, that what happens in Battle stays in Battle.

So you are not going to hear about the journey & the Irishman, the M25 (joking, that's joking about the M25 not the Irishman)) you are not going to hear about the less than salubrious B & B.  You are not going to hear about the walk with the cows (that’s not us before anyone thinks that) you are not going to hear about the walk in the woods & the ‘fit’ woodcutter (well the other two thought so, bit of rough & all that...but then, these girls have diaries with events like Ploughing matches & sheep selling, mine are more...Bannatynes & Sainsbury.)

You are not going to hear about the Knights & battlefield (However, we would sound intellectual, although bore you stupid) You are not going to hear about The Red Bull (nothing to do with the cows above) or the f*****g Samsung, as Annie frequently muttered. You are not going to hear about the weird Masonic style tomb, or the photos by road signs and you are not going to hear about Karens change in eating habits or the stop at McDonalds…and you are certainly not going to hear about the shopping (that, of course, we didn't do)

I can tell you about the wine... but all I can say is there was wine and there was champagne!

We had hoped for limoncello too but the Italian restaurant had run out, I ask you, what kind of Italian restaurant is that ! 

So time to stick a cork in it.

Next month at ours.

Bye S x

 Ps Battle is very nice, its Yuppie land, just been down Margate High Street..its not !