After the party

Waiting at the bus stop to go back to Charles' house after Adrian's birthday party. Wood-fired pizza this year instead of paella. You got to make it yourself - Adrian plonked bowls of dough, sauce, mozzarella and assorted toppings on the table and off we all went. There was a spit-roast lamb too. Later on, once everyone had eaten their fill, I snatched remnants of the skin to give to Sonny dog. It was like pieces of parchment. Sonny wolfed it down though.