Reheated lasagne

On Friday evening I hosted Book Club. This came as rather a surprise to me because even though it was written in my diary I had forgotten all about it until the first girls arrived! But I just welcomed them in, turned up the heat in the lounge, James brought through the drinks, and we had a great evening; only the initial look of complete bewilderment on my face may have given me away to my first arrivals! 

Bill and Katy came for lunch today. Bill is my Mum's wee brother and he is a lovely, funny, intelligent man. I think that I have blogged before that I was the flower girl at his wedding to the kind and beautiful Katy many years ago - forty-eight years ago in fact! Oh my goodness! I remember the pale blue satin dress I wore as if it was yesterday.

We had a pleasant lunch (although I was a bit disappointed in my lasagne, the bechamel sauce was a bit runny) and had a relaxing afternoon chatting. When Grandma came round for tea I reheated the lasagne and it was much, much nicer. I often find that with reheated lasagne for some reason, maybe I should always cook it in advance.