A bit of a ritual seems to have formed in this house recently.
It tends to happen on a Saturday afternoon around about 5pm (or earlier, depending on the week that's been).
The wine is poured (or scotch depending on your preference), the cushions are pulled out to protect soft bottoms from hard chairs, and the nibbles are gathered, arranged and devoured with gusto.
The venue is the front deck. Protected from street view by the trees in the front yard, the LOML and I then chat about the week that was, the week to be and everything else in between.
Happy Saturday afternoons folks!