Monday, 8 August 2016

Flower Power

Take one farmer's wife, five retired schoolteachers,  one recently retired high-flying businesswoman, and  me and what do you get?    An afternoon of fun and laughter, lively conversations and a plan to meet again next week, same time, same place.

Our ages ranged from mid fifties to early nineties and we all live either in Little Bunting, or Dovecote Dell which is just a couple of fields away, longer by road.

Our hands were kept fully occupied as one village elder attempted to teach us how to make sugar paste flowers and leaves.    

I have never enjoyed the company of so many women. for so long, before.   They were all delightful, no one was trying to score points,  everyone chipped in to keep the laughter flowing, encouraging comments and a helping hand as needed.

Throughout my sixty-odd years I have made many friends but have rarely kept them for long, not because we fall out but because we have moved so frequently and promises of letters and telephone calls eventually fizzle and fade.  

I've never really understood this need that so many people have, to be enfolded and supported by a gaggle of friends.   Today I think I got a little glimpse of what that kind of friendship must be like.   It was nice.

Old habits die hard though.


  1. Great company, fun and laughter are most definately the best medicine ever!
    Have a fun filled week ahead :)

    1. Hi Prunella, I could certainly manage a dose of that every now and again. It was enormous fun, despite our less than nimble fingers. I am deeply immersed in preparations for our village show on the 21st, that always gets people together to laugh, talk, congratulate/commiserate. We are cobbling it together with only four weeks' prep, by public demand, so it will not be as polished as normal, but it has the potential to be one which goes down in village history. I hope your week is filled with delight.

  2. I understand how you feel about some people's need for , as you so eloquently describe it ' to be enfolded and supported by a gaggle of friends'. I think my feelings stem from being a forces child, always on the move, leaving people behind.

    1. Hello Scarlet, It does make a difference, I'm sure. I attended seven different schools, it wasn't easy for someone like me who preferred to be 'invisible'! The same women's group met again earlier this week. It was nice'ish. Most of the group were lovely; one woman made several comments to me which were as hurtful as being hit around the face with a wet cod. Hey ho! I'll make sure I sit far away from her next time. ;)


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