Last night Adrian and Liz hosted their annual bonfire party.
...but none of the actual fire so one of my favourite drum 'n' bass tracks will have to do!
The fireworks were spectacular, loud and violent, just how we like them.
I made a Guy Fawkes from offcuts of VW carpeting, some jumble sale tights, buttons & braiding salvaged from an old dress, a crocheted dressing table thingy and an empty loo roll, but Liz couldn't bear to burn him as she reckoned he was a mini Adrian, so he kept a watch over proceedings instead.
We brought the nibbles - batata wada, veg samosas, paneer rolls, veg pakora and chutney from Royal Foods, Walsall's finest Gujarati sweet centre.
Adrian's friend, Patrice Black, provided the buffet. He runs a Caribbean takeaway, The Talk Of The Town, in Walsall town centre.
Adrian made me (the annoying token vegetarian) a delicious saag chana aloo of my own.
There were lots more guests but they were a bit camera shy.
|I'm wearing a 1960s playsuit courtesy of Krista, a much missed member of our gang!|
Naturally us lot were the last to leave. As soon as we got home we stripped off and chucked everything in the washing machine, bonfires are fab but gawd, they don't half make your clothes honk.
Despite a skinful we were up bright and early and ready to greet our visitors, the gorgeous Dee and her lovely husband John, who'd won a 1950s larder unit on EBay which just happened to be down the road from us.
We admired their purchase, cooed over their greyhounds and chatted in the bombsite that is our kitchen before waving them off on their journey back down South.
What a fun weekend so far - hope yours is/was equally fabulous!