This evening, after a lovely day spent picnicking in Richmond Park (where the deer are so used to people that you can walk right past them), a couple of friends and I went to a nearby pub to sit in the garden and have a drink.
A drink turned into dinner, and dinner suddenly became staying for the pub quiz.
We won one of the four rounds, which gained us a bottle of house wine.
The ultimate prize though, was that every time we had questions marked, the hostess had to read out our team name.
We're all professionals of a nature. All office workers. All intelligent, educated people.
There are lots of things we could have chosen.
Smart things. Classy things. Witty things.
Not today...we went right to the gutter.
Our team name, the triumph of the entire evening and the cherry on the whipped cream on the icing on the cake of the fabulous day I had, was:
"Quiz on my face"
I'm laughing even as I type it.
