If I seem a little distracted today, darlings, it's because Mr. Muscato and I are having a few friends in for dinner. Ergo, of course, Mamie, for nothing makes me think of dear Mrs. Eisenhower like preparing to be a gracious host.
Our local supermarket has of late been offloading turkeys, you see, at prices not to be missed. We picked up a couple last week (ah, the joys of an extra deep freeze!), and this week noticed that the management has now supplemented the signs promoting the sale with a prominent "Consume soon!" sticker. Appetizing.
As a result, dinner, which will consist of a 10-kilo turkey with all - or at least most of - the trimmings. While we're doing most of the cooking, for neither the first nor the last time I realize how deeply grateful I am to be living in a country that enables one to have household help. Without Ermilia, we would live in deepest squalor; with her, we have a life that almost approaches the Edwardian in its ease and tidiness.
Because it's a school night, it won't be so much a full-fledged party as a gathering - tightum (and only just that) on the Tilling scale, for the Luciaphiles amongst us. Although we won't be playing bridge. And I doubt many parties at Miss Mapp's came with the possibility that one of the guests might belly-dance. Although I suppose with Quaint Irene around, one never knew...