Ramblers

We made £70.50 for the charity. Pam, the radio reporter, showed up at 1020. I made us coffee and hoped someone else would turn up. She was to go on air at 1110 (with whom? Me, Nancie and the ice cream delivery man? Did that count as a coffee morning?) Just in time the cavalry arrived in the form of friends and two ladies who'd heard about it on the radio. We had a mini party. We talked about gaffes and Nancie told her radio audience how she was hugged by Adrian Chiles.
Pam stayed on, mining the rich seam of "good talkers" willing to give her some material for the Bank Holiday weekend programmes.
Then the rain came, and groups of very wet walkers arrived for coffee. And stayed for lunch. Then stayed on for tea, still dripping all over the carpet.
Two ladies were meeting for their annual catch up. One had driven up from Somerset this morning, the other down from Cheshire. Our place was about half way, they thought.
Someone rang this afternoon to ask if we could handle 40 pensioners for Sunday morning coffee. I think I'm going to need more help.