Hurrah!
After squirreling
around for days, I finally got dinner on the pub table for the main
characters in my novel. Shepherd's pie & steak frites (it's a bit of a gastro-pub).
For some reason, I’ve kept going back to fill in
set-ups, & just could not get the damned shepherd’s pie out of the kitchen.
But I finally did it.
It was either that or just have them drink
themselves into insensibility—hours & hours, pints & pints.
Perhaps I should try drinking myself into
insensibility the next time something like this arises?
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