the chattering hatters

they came, they ate, they drank, they chatted, and most of all they Red Hatted. Every three to four months we play host to a Red Hatter lunch. Lively bunch of ladies, all of a certain age, who come and eat a nice big lunch, drink much red wine (to go with the red hats - mais bien suuuuuuuuuuur) and leave red-cheeked and very merry. Red is indeed the order of the day for these lovely ladies.....and by way of respect I try to remember to wear my red pinny. Otherwise I would be left red faced