There are many advantages to living in the countryside, one of the more fantastic ones is that neighbours don’t tend to be on your doorstep or just over the fence.
There is only one inhabited house near me, a youngish couple and their son.
They are posh, very posh. He used to mow the lawn on his ride on tractor, wearing his suit, although in the name of casualness, he did remove his tie. Nowadays they have a chap that comes and does that sort of thing.
Although she is from the local area originally, he is a Parisien!! (A wink to those who know!!) She is also a fantastic cook apparently, so good that she was on the French version of Masterchef, being booted off the last day before filming started.
The laydee of the house decided that we should invite them over for a meal. WHAT????? Are you mad??? They are uber posh (we’re properly not) and she’s a brilliant cook (I’m not). The deal was struck, I’d do the starter and the dessert (easy peasy) and she’d do the main course.
Generally, for our usual friends, its cheap fizz. The posh lot come from next door, and I’m forced to buy:
The starter was painful. Each one took me about half an hour, but I think they were pretty funky. The only down side was that I couldn’t eat them, as olives are verily the spawn of Satan himself. They started off like this:
and ended up like this:
The main course was provided by Mme and very nice it was too.
Then came dessert:
They are actually very nice, our neighbours. They made all the right noises and were very pleasant, we ended up managing to throw them out around 3 am, after a great and rather boozy evening.
I don’t think I misbehaved so much as to not be invited to theirs, so I’m looking forward to tasting her fine cuisine sometime in the future.