Although that wasn't the intention. I invited friends over for dinner. Which meant, once again, moving Margell to the back of the table to make room.
My friends brought snacks and wine.I provided soup and crusty rolls.
By the time dessert (also provided by them: I'm feeling so spoilt!) arrived, the lure of a dolls' house sitting just there was too much. Talk had turned to how my friends planned to celebrate their 13th anniversary this weekend and I flippantly suggested that they were welcome to stay at Margell again.
And suddenly they had packed their suitcases
and set up a celebratory picnic...
Guess I have guests this weekend, then!