Yesterday Bertie had raw liver, veal and steak for lunch. It was his third birthday so a slap-up dinner was in order.
I went for a club lunch and had Bayonne ham and figs, Dover Sole and Scotch Woodcock. I stopped off in Margravine Cemetery on my way home and met R and Bertie. The latter not as pleased to see me as usual; I think indigestion.
I have been doing rather well in the lunch department. On Tuesday I was at Millwall Football Club as a guest of the Southwark Irish Pensioners Project. To be candid, I was a little uneasy about the event. As soon as I saw wine glasses on the tables my worries evaporated. I sat between the chaplain for Millwall FC and the chairman of SIPP but shifted around a bit later.
On Thursday I was on the Oxford Tube to see the Pissarro exhibition at the Ashmolean. I couldn’t help feeling I’d seen most of them before in other galleries but interesting to see Pissarro side-by-side by Cézanne and Gaugin. The post-Pissarro lunch was most enjoyable. We went to a friend’s house and she went to a lot of trouble: Tanqueray and tonic on tap, home-made chicken liver pâté, salmon teriyaki and a cheese board to rival the Ritz. Her salad was imaginative – garnished with lots of samphire.
On the home front, Azina has laid three eggs and is incubating with assistance from Tom.
What a great photo of Bertie! Happy birthday to the dear chap!
Thank you! His birthday treat cost a staggering £37 – more than my Dover Sole.
Happy Birthday Bertie. You’re such a beautiful dog and definitely deserved your rather splendid dinner! X
Pissarro’s self portrait is surely one of his best works.
In it he appears ancient with a long grey beard.
He died aged 73, I think.
Not so very ancient.