… is to celebrate your little successes.

Last Saturday we had our first Peirene literary evening with the poet and novelist Jacob Polley. It was a huge success - or so they say, and there is indeed evidence to support this claim: Jacob read fantastically,  guests left with a smile, lots of thank you emails and people want to come to our next evening. I should really congratulate myself and clap myself on the shoulder: Well done, woman.

Instead: I worry about the strawberries!

Five kilos of them! After the reading there was a buffet. Potato salad, green salad, a huge Camembert, baguette en mass and THE STRAWBERRIES with cream. Everything went down well - except The Strawberries. I only noticed when everybody had left and I went into the kitchen. There stood the  huge bowl with the red fruits - with merely the tip being touched upon!  I had bought plastic plates - big ones for the main course, small ones for desert. Only the small ones were ridiculously flimsy - I knew it when I bought them but they were the only ones left at Budgens in Crouch End and I thought no one will notice. But they all noticed and indeed it was hard to miss. If you tried to balance more than two strawberries on the plate they fell down. And surprisingly noone wanted to go strawberry hunting between numerous legs.

Now I worry: about being judged by my plastic plate buying inability and overdosing my family on strawberries. On the up side: We are down to the last kilo!