Festival of Lights

You know the expression, "the table was groaning under the weight of the food"? And this was always the way, when M throws a party...



In honour of the Festival of Lights, M cooked up a storm, and we ate way too much food for a weekday meal. (Too) Much alcohol was also imbibed by the non-drivers, leading to a massive hangover of proportions long-unseen (by the hostess. Haha).

Yours truly had a leisurely day following the public holiday, having had the foresight to take leave for the remaining work day of the week. Slept in, late breakfast, read the papers, ran some errands, and then headed to the new home for the deliveries scheduled today.

Check out the new still-life arrangements and the paintings cunningly hung up. :)