I know work is often a juggling act - but not usually with gravy
I write this as I head home on the train, slightly fuzzy from three glasses of sparkling wine. I have just left the first of three events this week where I will chat and sip wine and try to act scintillating while wondering if I can risk a canape without either dropping my wine or creating a lull in the conversation because I have my mouth full or - worse - carry on talking with food stuck in my teeth.
Sometimes I ignore the food altogether - it does make it easier - but I have a long journey home so it’s better if I can eat something.
I was a bit confused by one of the offerings tonight - mini bowls of sausage, mash and onion gravy. Tasty, yes, but the sausages were bigger than could be politely eaten in one go and it was served with a spoon. So I ended up sawing at the sausages with the spoon, holding the bowl, balancing my wine glass, trying to stop my handbag slip off my shoulder and subtly peering down to check I hadn’t splashed gravy down my top, whilst trying to make intelligent conversation about the arts.
I don’t know why they don’t have training courses for these events. Three years of practice and I still struggle sometimes.
Posted by in 20:45:30
