I am about to crawl to bed.
What a great day.
Wyndham's 90th culminated in him playing a borrowed keyboard with his 45 assembled friends and family singing along to "My Old Man (said follow the van)" and "It's a Long Way to Tipperary" having downed their tea, sandwiches and scones in the conservatory.
While they were eating and singing the main tearoom and the garden filled up with people.
George was taking orders at the till when he came face to face with Robert Plant.
The Robert Plant.
Who ordered a tea with honey and some cold drinks.
It took a while for George to stop shaking.
Two hours later the ninety-plus wedding guests arrived for their cream teas. By this time the afternoon was warm and bright which was SO lucky. Had the weather been otherwise who knows where they'd all have gone.
And so to tomorrow. Or rather, later today.
Easter Day.
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