I took the above pictures earlier today to remind meself that there are (even in January) a few bits of colour still about. Took the top one in the garden of the United Reform Church, through which we took a short cut this morning. Took the lower two pictures in our garden when we got home.
This afternoon we walked back into town to our friend Eileen's home, where we met up with Hilary for a scrabble tea. We took her a small purple chrysanthemum plant in full flower. Hilary took her the last of her Christmas crackers. Had two good games of scrabble, both of which eileen (who was on top form) won. We then had tea and crackers. Tea consisted of egg and cress sandwiches, Patum Peperium sandwiches (gentleman's relish), various small cakes and Eileen had baked one of her apple cakes (noted for their moist fruitiness). Hilary's crackers were really very good ones. The jokes in them were all fairly awful. In fact one of them was so awful as to be quite good :- 'Why did the mechanic sleep under the car?' (tell you later). After tea we had a third game of scrabble, which, after putting down a seven letter word and managing to hold onto my lead, I won. We left Eileen's about six p.m., all of us feeling that we're still hanging onto the Christmas season to some extent. A very pleasant and sociable afternoon. Just had a very light supper of cold chicken, fried potatoes, and pickles, and we're about ready for bed - Goodnight All.
P.s. No, I hadn't forgotten. It was 'because he wanted to get up oily in the morning'.
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Ian has just commented that the cracker joke was terrible! He says some one is paid to write those jokes.
We were admiring the snowdrops and some yellow primulas in Kew Gardens yesterday. so cheering after the bad weather earlier in the week.
Hello P.M. Quite agree with Ian. It was so terrible that I had to chuckle.
Those pots put mine to shame.
I'm glad there is someone who beats you at scrabble:)
Thank you Pat. The pots are more to Ann's credit than mine. Ref scrabble, daughter Nea is quite capable of beating me. So are one or two of the granddaughters. I've been very lucky with letters in our games. So much so that I think it's very sporting of you to keep playing me.
Warm regards, Mike.
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