My Fantasy Dinner

By Glen Staples

Managing Editor, RBU: The Group Blog

http://glenslife.com/

I went to bed last night stressing about what I should write about for this month’s theme, ‘one hour with…’

Nothing was coming to mind at all.

This stress created a dream – and this was it…

Miss Bullock pushed away the plate and leaned back in her seat with a laugh, her warm smile complimented the gourmet meal she had just enjoyed, and the pat to her stomach indicated its fullness.

“Wow Glen, you are an absolute genius, who would have thought BBQ sauce would go so well with baked beans on toast?”

“It’s a family tradition; I learned it from my Dad.”

“Well then your Dad is my hero – I’m stuffed! What made you choose beans anyway?”

“Not too full I hope Sandra? There is Viennetta for pudding, and we only have an hour so I had to make something that didn’t take long.”

“Oh Ambassador – you spoil me! Don’t you worry about me, pudding goes to a different place - every one knows that, is it vanilla or mint?”

At this point Jo returned from the kitchen carrying the famed dessert…

“It’s mint Sandra, and aren’t you thinking about Ferrero Rocher with the Ambassador gag?”

“Ha – oh yeah, what am I like?”

We all join in the laughter; clearly the Lambrusco Bianco is starting to have an effect on us. I’d been planning this night for so long, and had pulled out all the stops to impress my guest. Jo’s idea of having prawn cocktail for a starter had been inspired, Sandra had wolfed it down hungrily, mopping up the last of her Mary Rose sauce with the very last square of bread.

Everything had gone so well, I’d even caught Miss. Bullock out on the old ‘pull my finger’ gag, and she had laughed so hard that Jo had needed to fetch a mop and some detergent.

In no time at all the Viennetta was gone, and I made coffee to much applause from the table. It seems that Sandra had never tried Mellow Birds before, but for sure she would be asking for it in future.

Yet again my meticulous attention to detail had paid off, and we still had a full thirty minutes left so Jo opened another bottle of Lambrusco, and we all moved through to the lounge.

Sandra suggested we play Twister, and then for some reason took her clothes off (I can’t remember why that was now – it might have been to do with the heat coming from the thirty million candles that my wife had needed to buy and light). Jo stripped off too and I took hold of the wheel, ready to call out the moves.

The game was just about to start when Sandra checked her watch and stopped the action.

 

DAMMIT

My hour was up!

Sandra merrily put her clothes back on and left (taking the rest of the Lambrusco with her, I noticed).

Why, oh why, oh why had we wasted so much time lighting those bloody candles?

My inner subconscious can be really quite cruel sometimes!