Becky Sundayshine

After a weekend of not actually talking to anyone apart from my clients (overhearing Jim having too much fun in his room doesn't count as interaction) I was gasping for Becky's company last Sunday evening.

As I thought she was just the antidote to lonesickness. We practically bubbled over as we caught up, chatting about boys, nail polish and the new 'compak Pearl'.

Had the usual vegelez speciale of spaghetti bolognaise fit to burst with mushrooms, peppers, tomatoes and other goodness. Sprinkled with a hearty layer of parmesan.

Luckily Grease was on tv which married oh so happily with our meal. An Americanised Italian feast for the eyes and the mouth!

Mmmm. xxxxx