One take what one has

One thing that is good about this time of the year is that it's allowed to gorge on raclette. Luckily many friends of mine are as keen on cheese as I am. Tonight we enjoyed almost one kg of cheese between us + everything that goes therewith. Mind you, the new show on youtube I am getting addicted to is called "Fat doctor" where they do gastric by-passes on morbidly obese British people. They would probably have happily munched down a kg on their own. As a snack. But that's beside the point, and worthy of a whole blog item later.

So we enjoyed an evening together, four grown-ups with lots of life experience, and there was never a shortage of topics to talk about. Funnily enough my two pants came up as a subject, and it turns out that everybody has more than two pants in their wardrobe. Well, so do I, 'cause I haven't gotten around to give it to charity yet, and as one pessimist amongst us phrased it "maybe you better keep it for when you get it back on again". Hmm. Not. If I now managed to keep it off since half a year, I very much plan to keep it off for a lifetime. It's not yo-yo-dieting when you change your lifestyle as well.

But getting back to the two pair of pants, I also have two, well actually three pair of shorts. One that I had for let me guess, maybe 20 years, and have holes where there shouldn't be holes. I use them for training at home. One pair I bought only a few months ago at H&M's and they are already falling apart, I find bits of them in my bed every morning, yes I sleep in them. The last pair I bought at H&M I got money back for, but I cannot be arsed one again to go back and complain. Which is probably what they expect most people to do. The third pair are all right, except I don't have to open the zipper anymore to take them off, i.e. they are too big.

Anyway, I was gonna write about my new drink, but got a bit carried away there. All of my visitors tonight enjoy a rich Irish coffee, and so do I. Problem was I remembered too late, and didn't have cream at home, so what to do? I did an "Irish" coffee consisting of coffee (obviously), brown sugar, Greek cognac (well, it's alcoholic and therefore had to do substituting any whisky) and foamy milk, using my little whisky (haha, that got funny without being meant to...maybe whiskie?) thing.

But they all seemed to enjoy it, and when my guests are happy, so am I.