The children have an earlier supper. E, a budding artist takes to my studio and paints five paintings quite rapidly. The menu:-
Dirk Bogarde's Chicken Clermont
We love this recipe and have served it numerous times and special thanks go to my dear and very special blogging friend for providing. His writing touches my heart. Stop in and tell him hi from from me http://asuperdilettante.blogspot.ca/
|"E" at easel in my studio creating one of his five masterpieces|
|"O" tells me she is tired and in seconds is sound asleep in our bed|
Our guests depart. I am enjoying lingering over my coffee as the dishwasher is loaded and remnants of the evening's conversation come to mind.
Suddenly I hear a cry "Please don't push me". I rush to the balcony but cannot see very clearly, the teenagers are still on the roof, as the lights from the phones flicker and flash. I hear "stop it".
What to do?
a) Call the Police and spoil the party and risk one of the teenagers getting arrested?
b) Do nothing, mind my own business?
Can I live with my conscious should one of the teens get injured in a fall?