What an extraordinary do at Ladbroke Hall. Sitting at tables for a talk and visual presentation is not ideal for those at the round tables behind the cosy tables-for-two - just perfect for the Lalande lovebirds - in the front row.
No mention of the evening on the Ladbroke Hall website, so I imagine it was a private event and tickets were only available by invitation. I couldn’t work out who was holding the event and which fundraising entity would benefit. From the organisers’ perspective, judging by the way the room was laid out, it looked as if attendance might have been disappointingly thin on the ground.
I’m sure it was all very interesting. However, If some or all of the talk was in French, how much did the prancing twerp understand? Or has he been Babbeling with rather more success than his affianced’s efforts to learn Dutch, and he’s now fluent?
Why isn’t Steff wearing the (frightful) resized ring on her left hand, at least until a suitable “rock” is found for the heirloom stoneless engagement ring with which PJ pled his troth?
The Kia conundrum, a theory: PhlipPhlop drove the Porsche to England after his jaunt to Maaaaaike’s birthday bash, the car was reunited with Andrew somewhere outside London, PJ then picked up a cheapo hire car which they dumped at Stansted airport before flying back to LaLaLande. It sounds feasible - not that that means anything when thinking about the tangled web spun about any travel arrangements by that !
e.t.a. Just seen SJ’s comment about the Ladbroke Hall evening being aimed at the French community in London - thank you,
@Just Grift Wood for posting that!