Perks of the Job

The last 4 weeks have been dominated by the epic task of moving my brother an hour down the M4 into our new home in Bristol. This mammoth logistical operation has been punctuated with some blood, a lot of sweat, and a few tears.

The deed is now done and the whole family - husband, brother, dogs - are getting used to the new arrangement. Our house is bursting at the seams with not only our own belongings, but also those of my parents and their office, which were left behind following their move to the States.

As I manoeuvred round precariously stacked boxes and squeezed my way into the cluttered lounge last night, it dawned on me that there was an one up side that I had not previously considered: I have inherited a huge selection of random booze. The kind that posh cocktails call for!!

And all of a sudden it was cocktail time. I pulled out the Diffords Guide 'Cocktails #8' that I'd bought for my brother one Christmas and chose a Basilico. I proceeded to mash basil leaves, squeeze lemons and dissolve sugar. With the addition of vodka and Limoncello, my evening became a little bit brighter as a ray of sophistication shone through the chaos surrounding me.