Party On

So there we were, fish and chips from the Hake Inn at, er, Hakin, balanced on our laps watching the fondant colours in the sky and an unusually flat, calm quicksilver sea. ‘We’ll always remember this evening, won’t we?’ we said, pausing only to blow on piping hot chips.

A romantic tryst at Milford Haven? Not as unlikely as it sound, I’ll have you know. We’ve spent many happy hours on or around the Haven. In fact, we’ve come to some of our best decisions bobbing around in a little wooden boat there. But this time we were looking across the Haven pleasantly passing the time whilst the country made a decision. Well, we will remember Election Night 2010, not because we sat up through the night (all right, I did grab a couple of hours kip at 3.am, but Tom was a real trouper) to watch the dawning of a new government, but for reasons that everyone’s all too familiar with by now.

Ah well, what Laura Kuenssberg (what a star!) has been referring to all day as the ‘fluid situation’ is playing out as I write so my thoughts are now turning to another party. Tomorrow we’re heading south so that, amongst other things, on Thursday I can attend my first Romantic Novelists’ Association Summer Party. Yesterday, in Cardigan, I thought I heard faint cries from the Factory Outlet store and felt it was my duty to investigate. And there they were, these shiny red shoes, cruelly abandoned on a bottom shelf. I felt it was only fair to rescue them and bring them home with me. Shiny red shoes – you shall go to the ball!