Saturday, July 14, 2012
An indoor picnic with friends.
In my mind's eye I saw this day as a picnic day.
It is the middle of July, friends would be joining us - a perfect opportunity for a picnic at some lovely site.
The rain thought otherwise!
So, the picnic was spread over the table and we had a good time down Memory Lane.
We have seen our friends P and J quite often and we are reasonably up to date with all their news.
I was at school with J and Bill was an apprentice with P. I must have first met J in 1955.
Bill met his school chum,Oz, before that - probably 60 years ago.
Happily our 3 three guests knew each other already. In fact the three of them were in town to attend a party given by a mutual friend of theirs - somebody Bill and I don't know.
There was much to laugh about.
Oz bought his old Dad's motor cycle helmet for Bill - because we have a house full of worthless, but interesting old things!
It didn't take P long to start playing motor bikes.
He added some complication to the game by creating a miniature set of handle bars and front shaft, using 3 matches.
Then of course, his Vespa needed a kick on the pedal to get started.
The three men of our group are now over 70 - but have they grown up?
I don't think so!
I bought the tomatoes in the village shop at Amberley.
We all thought they were beautiful.
And they tasted just as good tomatoes should.
It is the middle of July, friends would be joining us - a perfect opportunity for a picnic at some lovely site.
The rain thought otherwise!
So, the picnic was spread over the table and we had a good time down Memory Lane.
We have seen our friends P and J quite often and we are reasonably up to date with all their news.
I was at school with J and Bill was an apprentice with P. I must have first met J in 1955.
Bill met his school chum,Oz, before that - probably 60 years ago.
Happily our 3 three guests knew each other already. In fact the three of them were in town to attend a party given by a mutual friend of theirs - somebody Bill and I don't know.
There was much to laugh about.
Oz bought his old Dad's motor cycle helmet for Bill - because we have a house full of worthless, but interesting old things!
It didn't take P long to start playing motor bikes.
He added some complication to the game by creating a miniature set of handle bars and front shaft, using 3 matches.
Then of course, his Vespa needed a kick on the pedal to get started.
The three men of our group are now over 70 - but have they grown up?
I don't think so!
I bought the tomatoes in the village shop at Amberley.
We all thought they were beautiful.
And they tasted just as good tomatoes should.
