Rain rain go away

Will it ever stop? Damp and dull and dreary. Ascension Thursday passes unnoticed. Except for our 93 year old this lunchtime. We seem to be specialising in the fourth agers right now. Last Saturday we had George Sexis – the “doyen” of the village for lunch..he and his friends warbled some smutty French music hall songs post-lunch and seemed to have a ball. George can get rather raunchy once he has had a few glasses of wine. The old devil. This lunchtime was much more sedate…but hold your breath for Saturday. We are hosting a 70th wedding anniversary. Yep. 70 years ensemble. Husband and wife are 95 years old apiece. They are here for lunch and dinner. Gulp.