I looked at Kirty's post on "Snooping" and love the concept. I think we all like to let our inner voyeur come come out to play from time to time. It's like those articles that detail the contents of other people's handbags - utterly compelling. In the same vein, here are the details of my Saturday night at home. I have been sitting in my lovely new chair with matching ottoman and the following:
2/. A plate of buttermilk and blueberry pancakes courtesy of Stos.
3/. A glass of Pino Grigio.
4/. Two Dalmatians. I am not flattering myself that they love me best because they are up in the living room with me rather than with Stos downstairs watching "Mission Impossible"; it is because their cushion and blanket haven't been moved.
It's lovely to have night in.