No the title refers to saying goodbye to two special people who haven't been in my life for long - but will stay in my heart forever. I met Rach on a yacht in the middle of the Caribbean, she impressed me with her ability to snorkel at about 20 knots/ hour and her match making skills. We were going to be great friends.
Since those blissful Central America days I've seen the girls a lot - we glamped in the lakes, drank copious amounts of beer in Munich and have eaten and drunk all over Brixton Village.
Then came the devastating news that the lovely R and her boy Ringo were moving back to Australia. Gulp. Leaving. I'll be honest I don't like the idea of London without Rachael - doesn't feel quite right. Who was going to try and convince me to get involved in tag rugby ( Rach tried every time I saw her; highly amusing; never going to happen but hey nice to be wanted).
I tried to see as much of Rach as I could before she went, but it wasn't long before the final supper arrived. Friends were gathered, secretive instructions to meet at 43 Saltoun Road, Brixton were issued, top floor flat, penalties for latecomers. Ordinarily I'm no good with secrets ( Brother Paul can testify to my Xmas present unwrapping tendencies) but mainly due to rubbish work interfering in my detective work - I arrived pretty much non the wiser.
The doorbell had SSC written on it. A young French man let me in ( I say young, lets go with 25) - and I ascended up stairs into the quirkiest flat I've ever been in. Bric a brac tastic. A truly incredible place. The owner, and chef for the night told me about the concept. Excited face - I'd finally made it to a supper club. Rach and Ringo have lovely friends and we spent a pretty special evening drinking leftover booze ( pretty good leftovers, Laurent Perrier was flowing), eating incredible food and checking out all the trinkets.
Five courses later - smoked ham salad, a beautiful celeriac velouté served in a Hendricks Tea cup were our first two courses. Duck with giant couscous was our melt in the mouth main, and we polished it off with a special 4 chocolate pudding, and some mega strong coffee.
Rach and Ringo proved their uber couple of the decade title by gifting all of us individual books, personally inscribed - and photos of us with them. Very, very cute my friends. I got described as an English girl who actually did stuff when I got my Wild swimming book - chuffed to bloody bits.
I'm going to end this now before I get emotional - they leave tomorrow I'm picturing them sailing off into the sunset together - who wants to let Grey miserable Heathrow get in the way of a good story.
Can't understand why you'd want to leave.......
Wish I'd taken Rach up on that electric blanket offer....
Xx
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