At the end of July, just as we were getting packed up to go on holiday to Scotland for a fortnight, I inappropriately threw a dinner party. I had already invited two couples, before I plucked up the courage to tell my wife. Heated words and a few cold shoulders later, we found ourselves hosting six friends, the majority of whom came from America. One of the guests has been a friend of mine for the last eighteen years, it seems that neither one can shake the other. He has a penchant for Chicken dishes, which my wife indulges.
