I joined my Garden Club in February this year. It is a strange mixture. In a small village, it is part gardening, part social, part dinking tea chatting - and it lasts a whole hour!
There is a huge mix of people, mostly grey heads, but then, they are everywhere. We have a marvellous deaf old lady, who always "gets the wrong end of the stick", but her interruptions are a joy. Mr Chairman, who tries hard to keep order (he may be a relative of Mainwaring), his wife is our Secretary.
It sounds as if I am making fun, but I am not. It is a wonderful snap shot of people, drawn together by a love of gardening. We have had wine tasting, made by deaf lady - fantastic - she has been brewing wine since Adam was a lad.
There is the serious veg grower - who talks about his Swedes? There is the shy "new lady", someone who I admire, because she has filled the place so recently occupied by me. Then, the wonderful "tea/coffe girls" no group would function without them.
The best bit for me, is I have had a night out, but I am home before nine o'clock. Our drinkie time starts at nine thirty, and I am home, sitting in my chair, waiting for "HIM" to do the job of the day and POUR THE WINE. A glass a day is good for your, so is the apple!
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