A Civilised Show-Stopper

A hallmark of entertaining when you're in your twenties is the state of the floor. In the run up prior to having friends over this doesn't matter. During the event it will grow a layer of empty bottles over it and, after the entertainment has finished, that's usually where you end up sleeping. In your thirties onward the state of the floor is the most important thing in the world. Clear it, vacuum it, mop it and most of all keep the cat off it for the sole criteria of judgment is the state of the floor in your guests' minds eye. We had guests over last night and very pleasant it was too. Freshly baked bread and dips, lamb shanks and rhubarb crumble with custard for afters. Civilised conversation was the order of the day until there was a sudden silence where, like a beam of sunlight breaking through the clouds, our feminine guest said "You should see my massive bush." Any vestige of proper conversation immediately following that was impossible as massive bush comments flew thick and bushily. 

The massive bush to which Anna alluded,
not a luxuriant crop of pubis.

Another notable from the evening was that just for a giggle we plugged my laptop into the television with a youtube video of a nice warm fire*. Ha ha ha thought we. Cue cracks about stoking the fire when the video ended and how it was the cleanest, most fuel efficient log burner in Christchurch. But as it cracked and flickered away it became part of the atmosphere. A psychological trick occurred when any one of us looked at the screen we even felt warmer. 
Bizarre. 
So at the end of a most convivial evening the dishes were done, the floor remained immaculate and our bed called sweetly in the distance. Definitely thirtysomething.

*This link is only fifteen minutes of atmospheric fireplace warmth, there is another somewhere which lasts for nearly an hour, which is better.