After a week minding the young ones; some, all and plenty, come one and all, I eventually succumbed to one of the many choices of nasty little lay y'down hard colds. Head bursting, bones aching, gave in and took to an icy, too weary to light the fire, bed.
Luckily, I surfaced in time to throw the kids, Jenny, some neighbours and the double bass into our bus, the "Skylark". Headed off to Ron's retirement party. Great bloke Ron. Friend to all.
As a special treat we had to be there early, and seated for the concert. Unspecified entertainment. If I'd felt better my intriguement gland would have kicked in. Suffice - just glad to be there.
And that entertaiment was our own Norfolk grown megostar - Sid Kipper. Kept making us forget about the groaning table of food within drooling distance in the room next door. And even forget the fact they had Buffy's on for the night behind the bar. Brilliant.
Food too. Scrumptious. Everyone brought a plate of food, not a single, dry, curly sandwich to be found. Loads of things prepared with love and passion. I took cheese straws - secret ingredient? Chilli powder.
Rest of the evening, a mix of ceilidh dancing, music sessions in the bar, various tributes to our man Ron, chatting with friends and suddenly. Time to go, tomorrow already here.
Lovely.
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