Back in the UK - Now is the winter of our content made glori ous summer
I have not in the past written about our
First of course was the passing of
Then there were the various medical refits. My keyhole surgery resulted in my abdomen looking as though I had been given a going over with a rubber truncheon, nobody warned me about that – the bruises have now gone and all seems well.
The mother of the bride rushed around and having relieved me of a length of midnight blue silk purchase in Singapore in 1976, with the intention of making a dressing gown, very Noel Coward, but never used, created a stunning outfit – photograph in the wedding sage.
For my part, having consideration for the summer weather, I organised a roof for the pergola so that I could barbeque under cover in the rain. The garden, already in good nick due to the tender ministrations of David Butterworth and a large quantity of rain, was further attacked and upgraded lighting fitted.
And, of course, there was
The road was closed for four hours, a very English form of sit down demonstration complete with
cucumber sandwiches cup cakes and scones.
Unusually it stayed dry, fine and mostly sunny which allowed some of the street’s more colourful characters and their ‘guest’ to promenade.
Our future son in
law’s parents, Anthony and Tessa Thornton-Smith, over from
Of course there was also the dedication of the Jubilee kneelers, hark
back to the Mate plugging away at her needlework in the
It was good to see the token man present. Heavens forbid that the Church should ever be regarded as sexist.
The weeks seemed to fly
by and we were then into the week before the great event with a house full
including the two South African brothers, Andrew and Robert camping in the
garden. It did seem that everyone was either called Andrew, Robert or
both. Our son Andrew arrived from
A mere shadow of his former self.