Back when Karen wrote to say she was coming over, we planned for her to have lunch with us today. I gave her the choice of meal. She chose turkey with cranberry sauce. For dessert, she chose elderflower mousse. I have been trying to source fresh cranberries and turkey ever since.
That’s a slight exaggeration, I found both last week. Waitrose stock both (albeit frozen) so it wasn’t any sort of problem. Of course, the bread sauce wasn’t a problem given that bread, onion and cloves are never out of season.
While the house smelled like Christmas, apart from the turkey and trimmings, it was just a normal Sunday roast but with a guest.
Of course the trains were acting up, as if they knew they were transporting an Australian into the darkest reaches of Surrey and wanted to prove to her that British trains are crap. It worked. Still, she arrived eventually and Mirinda drove up to the station with Max and collected her while I slaved in the kitchen.
Lunch was enjoyed by all – the turkey was decidedly moist and delicious.
Then we celebrated by going for a round the park walk with the dogs. In deference to Karen’s choice of footwear, we stuck to the all-weather path, except for the obligatory Avenue of Trees photo, of course.
It was a lovely day where Karen admirably pretended to like the dogs, admiring the latest additions (she’s never met Emma, let alone Freya) and almost patting Day-z.
And, as if South West Trains realised she’d had enough, Karen’s train journey back into town was uneventful and took as long as advertised.