Основы теории английского языка. Листунова Е.И. - 138 стр.

       7.20—7.30. Make frisse lardon frizzled chorizo thing.
       All of which leaves a clear half-hour to get ready so no need to panic.
Must have a fag. Aargh. It’s quarter to seven. How did that happen? Aargh.
       7.15 p.m. Just got back from shop and realize have forgotten
butter.
       7.35 p.m. Shit, shit shit. The shepherd’s pie is still in pans all
over the kitchen floor and have not yet washed hair.
       7.40 p.m. Oh my God. Just looked for milk and realized have
left the carrier bag behind in the shop. Also had the eggs in it. That
means... Oh God, and the olive oil ... so cannot do frizzy salad thing.
       7.40 p.m. Hmm. Best plan, surely, is to get into the bath with a
glass of champagne then get ready. At least if I look nice I can carry on
cooking when everyone is here and maybe can get Tom to go out for
the missing ingredients.
       7.55 p.m. Aargh. Doorbell. Am in bra and pants with wet hair. Pie
is all over floor. Suddenly hate the guests. Have had to slave for two
days, and now they will all swan in, demanding food like cuckoos.
Feel like opening door and shouting, «Oh, go fuck yourselves.»
       2 a.m. Feeling v. emotional. At door were Magda, Tom, Shazzer
and Jude with bottle of champagne. They said to hurry up and get
ready and when I had dried hair and dressed they had cleaned up all
the kitchen and thrown away the shepherd’s pie. It turned out Magda
had booked a big table at 192 and told everyone to go there instead of
my flat, and there they all were waiting with presents, planning to
buy me dinner. Magda said they had had a weird, almost spooky sixth
sense that the Grand Marnier souffle and frizzled lardon thing were
not going to work out. Love the friends, better than extended Turkish
family in weird headscarves any day.
       Right: for coming year will reactivate New Year’s Resolutions,
adding the following:
       I will
       Stop being so neurotic and dreading things.
       I will not
       Sleep with, or take any notice of, Daniel Cleaver any more.




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