Not one of the magic sisters
For various reasons, financial and wardrobe restrictions not withstanding, I tend not to attend many soirees, candlelit suppers, receptions, launches and exhibitions. I used to and I miss them, so it was very nice to be sent – through the post mark you not online, an invitation to raise a glass to James Robertson, the newly appointed writer in residence for our course. Apart from the staggeringly bad canapes that looked as though even Iceland (not the country) had refused them for their frozen dinner pack – 6 courses for 16 people for only £3.99, the evening was most enjoyable. … Continue reading Not one of the magic sisters