crockery, cutlery and glasses.

 35 years of marriage comes and goes before you have time to take breath, and here we are in a foreign land with our family and children far flung across the sea amongst friends who have came to us to celebrate this red letter day.
Mike and I had a discussion some time ago about the number of people we could possibly entertain here in Brevands and yesterday we transformed our lounge into a bistro and sat fifteen close friends down to lunch. In the preparation Mike also calculated that if we butted up our big tables we could sit twenty and thoughts of our memorable millennium party came back to us and we felt confident that we were still in the fun business of “Grand Fete”, all assuming we can keep our mates interested in coming to ours for lunch. I have been trying to convince Mike that we ought to sell our industrial Bain Marie and two jug coffee maker from our days in Watten but Mike has resisted my plea for a clear out and yesterday his reasoning came to fruition and I packed the Bain Marie with sausages and mash with onions and baked beans and then the two jug coffee maker meant I was under no pressure to get food and drink on the table at the crucial moment when a gang of fun loving folk run through the door bearing gifts and bottles.  Face Book was alive with good wishes and I thank you all for thinking of us on this special day.  I skyped my Mum as soon as the crowd had gone as I know she was willing herself to be here and had put messages on Face Book all day. By the evening Mike and I were ready for bed earlier that normal which meant that we were alive and kicking at six this morning but then that sort of behaviour is allowed when you are retired with nothing better to do that finish the washing up and put everything away that you posses in terms of crockery, cutlery and glasses.