As regular readers know well by now, I am not one to settle for one celebration when I could enjoy two. Or even more...
So when our lovely Nomination Whist crowd arrived
for our usual fortnightly session this afternoon, we greeted them with Bucks Fizz, an appropriately "golden" drink in my opinion. Unfortunately amid so much excitement of my making I managed to tip most of Margaret's glass of Sparkly Stuff all over the card
table which meant much mopping up with kitchen towels, not to mention playing for the rest of the afternoon with slightly sticky playing cards. Someone suggested I should take a hair-dryer to the baize cloth but I forgot her wise words and the table is now
stowed back in the garage where it lives, in the pleasant company of our spare chairs, in between being called into service for Whist sessions.
I am pleased we have a warm welcome for our friends because they
all arrive wet through from a downpour of rain. "Oh, I do hope it won't be like this on Saturday," they all say, one by one, as they drip miserably on the door-mat. I respond, with a sunny confidence I am far from feeling, that Tomorrow Is Another Day. (Mr
B and I have just enjoyed a marathon film session with Gone With The Wind, hence I am in full Scarlett O'Hara mode. Without the corset.)
I win the first game on my table. It must have been the Effects of the
Bubbles. I slip out into the kitchen to switch the kettle on, hugging myself with the anticipation of the looks on my friends' faces when, instead of just a plate of biscuits to accompany their tea / coffee / flavoured water, I carry in my celebration cake
- complete with a silver 5 and 0 on top. Everyone says however did I find the time, with everything else going on and I preen myself, basking in their admiration. I don't like to point out that I can always find time for the things I want to do - it's everything
else that goes by the board. Oh, yes, and we did have biscuits too because I couldn't possibly deprive dear Delia of her favourite shortbread. I know how much she looks forward to them...
In the evening, Mr
B's brother and his wife arrived for Cottage Pie and what I termed a Green Vegetable Medley. They will be inviting me onto Masterchef any day now. Or, possibly, not. We watched the DVD of photographs put together for our Ruby Wedding Anniversary - ten years
ago and six of our grandchildren were yet to be born. And we watched "When Brian Met Jaqui", the film of our early days, with eight year old grandson Jack playing Mr B and nine year old Katie playing me. Not to mention starring roles for Hazel as a Postman
Turned Cupid and five year old Eleanor (clearly not at all sure what was going on) playing my friend Pat. When friends ask Mr B and me how we met, I like to say "I'll show you!" Any reason to watch "When Brian Met Jaqui" again is good enough for me.
A lovely day, I think you'll agree - but one of my favourite moments of many was the arrival this morning of my friends Sue and Roger (Sue from choir and Roger from the Birdy Group) bearing four garden chairs for our
use on Saturday and a beautiful rose bush, named Joie de Vivre. "I saw its name and thought of you!" Sue told me.
It was just about the sweetest compliment anyone has paid me for simply, well, ages.