The Last Supper
I haven’t posted the last couple of days because I’ve been frantically trying to get on top of all I have to do before I leave tomorrow – yes, tomorrow, argh! That means saying goodbye to everyone here, packing, cleaning, and getting a whole lot of work loose ends tied up. I’ve been fairly unsuccessful: with less than 24 hours to departure I am yet to pack my suitcase or complete cleaning up the cottage, which is most unlike me and giving me heart palpitations. So, I’ll keep this brief.
I’ve been going to dinners all week at various friend’s houses, which has been so lovely and a bit sad as I don’t really want to say goodbye to all of my new friends. Last night I went for a last-ish supper at friends Rhonda and David’s house. They pushed the boat out with a Mitford-slash-Bon-Voyage-themed dinner. There was a chicken pie, complete with American flags and a chook, and an egg, made out of pastry on top:
And there was a scrummy chocolate and apple cake and a cheese board for afters. It was delicious and a great way to celebrate the end of the Mitford era and the beginning of a new New York chapter.
It’s likely to be the last dinner I’ll have in New Zealand as tonight it will be a matter of eating whatever is still surviving in the fridge (believe me, it’s dire; I am almost completely out of food) as I scrub it spotless. So I’m glad I got to celebrate last night.
I’m sorry, however, that I haven’t had time to do a post about what I’ve learned in the last nine months, but I’ll do it once I get to New York and have some time… until then, goodbye from Disco Cottage.