We've hosted two small but lovely garden parties in the past two days.
Yesterday we pulled together a few tables to form one long one under trees (it was way too hot in the sun), covered them in tablecloths and set them for high tea for seventeen people. They were celebrating the marvellous couple who are Rex and Glenda. Rex was 88 at the weekend, Glenda turned 86 yesterday.
They drank champagne and tea and ate sandwiches and cakes and scones with cream.
I was asked as I delivered more tea if I knew of a poem about "getting old and wearing purple"?
I went to look it up.
It's called "Warning" by Jenny Joseph.
I read it aloud to the assembled group (any excuse to join the party). It's fabulous.
Then today the same table (different cloths) was used for a middle-aged group of fifteen who are all taught Spanish by the same teacher. They lunched on ham and quiche, elderflower presses, cakes and strawberries and coffee and many went home with a punnet of cherries.
It will be used again tomorrow if the weather stays fine.
Nine people for a late lunch at 4pm.
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