The nuts are out, the savouries made,
The dips and the dried fruits ready.
The coffe table is set up and laid.
Now, girl, just keep it steady.
Should I make the tea?
No. They might be late.
Should I open the wine?
No. I’d better wait.
I love playing hostess,
But the suspense
Of belated guests
Makes me so tense.
It’s got to be perfect.
I start hours before,
Then there’s nothing to do
‘Til that knock on the door.
I sit proudly gazing
At the fruit of my skill.
To me it’s amazing