It has been a few months since my last posting. There have been some changes to our group. Arlene decided to withdraw, leaving is with an even 10 in numbers. We have been quite adventurous of late, having met at the Diaz Tavern in central Cape Town one month and at Theo's Grill in Green Point last month.

This month Jo chose Galbi's Restaurant in Long Street, Cape Town. I came through a bit later than the rest, who came through with Taximan. It has been many years since I paid a visit to Long Street at night, imagine my amazement when it looked as though I had descended on a whole new world. So many people, all races and nationalities, the nightlife comes alive with a burst of colour, noise and festivity. So I entered 210 Long Street from the freezing cold night air into a warm and cosy Korean style restaurant.

My mates were already seated around their tables fitted with grills over hot coals, where one is expected to cook one's own food. Imagine what one must save in electricity? The rice wine had already begun flowing, a taste I am sure that needs to be acquired.... I couldn't begin to tell you what we spoke about, once again I recall much laughter.

We decided to join the throngs at a popular Irish pub after our meal to watch the Spain/Portugal game. I am not used to pubbing anymore, and the crowd seemed so young. I guess this is what happens when you reach your forties.

As it is more of us are relying on eye glasses as time goes by, some forgetting they are are wearing them on their head (Eugene), others not wearing any and making a grand entrance and exit by falling up and down the stairs at the entrance (Dory). We all know Kerry needs to wear hers, particularly when choosing to wear an outfit - are you sure there was something there under that coat Kerry?

But it was lovely being a part of that festive atmosphere, out of the normal routine of cooking, cleaning and kids. Nothing wrong with that once in a while, I say.