A couple of weeks ago Peter and I were sitting in the lounge after dinner, watching some recording on TV (Beck I think) while we sipped the last of the champagne he’d opened to go with a fish dish I’d cooked. Teriyaki swordfish with pasta and tomato pesto.
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We don’t often open champagne with a meal, but Peter pointed out we had a nice bottle of Bollinger which had been sitting in the rack for several years and champagne doesn’t really age well, so we thought we’d use it up. Lovely. It gives us a chance to use our Edinburgh Crystal hand-cut saucer glasses. Everyone uses those tall glasses these days because it holds the fizz better. Unnecessary with good champagnes. There is also something decadent about deluxe cut glass saucer champagne glasses.
Beck finished and we were thinking about bed. Peter asked if he could take a tablet. He doesn’t usually take one after drinking so he only took 25mg of sildenafil. Sitting together holding hands and caressing each other’s thighs on the settee meant we were already feeling randy so we thought a half tablet of Viagra would be enough for a good experience.
He went off and took the tablet and returned while I was setting some programmes to record on the Sky box for Saturday 1st October and he said it was close to the date we’d lost our virginities together in 1964.
“It was 19th September,” I told him. Girls remember things like that even if the loss of my virginity was a disaster (read the story here).