To give you an idea
of the things Mrs Cake and I do to make ordinary things interesting, let me
tell you about one Saturday night recently… when we went babysitting. Yes, you
heard me.
You see, for some
mad reason my dangerously generous wife offered to babysit for some very good
friends of ours while they went out for a swanky 60th birthday
celebration. The little girl, Megan is something like 18 months old and, we
were told, would sleep right through. Mrs Cake sold the idea to me by:
1.
Getting
the request in early – ie, before I’d managed to plan anything else.
2.
Packaging
it like a teenage thing – you know, where the boyfriend comes round (I can be a
bit kinky like that). Mrs Cake hadn’t had a boyfriend to come round when she did babysitting as a teenager, so you could
say this was a dream coming true for her…
3.
Confirming
all the usual things (snacks, pizza, booze, TV) would be present.
Why not then?
We loaded up and
headed over to Altrincham where our friends live. I offered to stay in the car
until they’d gone out to facilitate the whole teenage fantasy thing, but evidently
we weren’t taking it that seriously, so in we went.
I had decided to
spend the evening drinking the Gran Duque D’Alba Solera Gran Riserva brandy
that you may remember me buying in Spain (see Golfageddon), and even took my own brandy snifter, in case our
friends didn’t have any of their own. [achievement unlocked: glass geek].
I had taken disc 1 of series 1 of 24 that I
had just borrowed from someone at work, but the DVD player wasn’t connected, so
it was telly or on demand movies for us (for the record, we never got beyond
episode 4 anyway). We proceeded then to spend about an hour browsing the on
demand stuff and not finding anything much… finally we settled on a film we’d
never heard of, The Incredible Burt
Wonderstone with Steve Carell. It was pretty good – along the lines of
Anchorman and the like, though not quite as good as that.
And that was our
Saturday night – the same as so many others, just at someone else’s house
instead of our own.
The brandy went down
fairly nicely but I’m beginning to think it lacks a little complexity,
particularly in comparison to the Armagnac, Bas Armagnac Delord Hors D’Age. I suppose
though, you can’t ask for too much
for only 26 euros… mind you, that’s fairly expensive for Spain.
When our friends
returned after midnight they made a quip about ‘making out’. “Let’s just say if
you find a pair of Mrs Cake’s knickers down the back of the sofa, you can return
them next time you see us,” I said.
There were no
knickers down the sofa. Just to clarify. Or if there were, they weren’t ours…
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