Saturday, June 3, 2017

Being Friday the second day of June, 2017 ...

We were much relieved to be able to enter the Guide Hall in the normal fashion, avoiding the tradesmans' entrance ...


Note also: the new sign.

Being the season of Whitsun, Dogsbody questioned where all the maypoles had gone ...

The ladies remember ...

Roger mentioned this eating utensil once more ...


They dined on mince and slices of quince ...

Ken considered the exhumation of his ancestor ...


to make room for a sewer!

Here's Bryan departing from his customary, self-penned, rhyming social commentary ...


"I didn't write this!" he said.


If you haven't got any,
I'll bring mine!

Lynda entered paranormal realms ...


When I go to sleep at night,
don't you call my name.

Mave announced where she might be sleeping tonight ...


I will lay my head tonight ...

"It's been a good year," sang Conor about his garden ...


But the lawn could stand another mowing.

Mike considered hydrology, looking for something deeper ...


Well, well, well ...

So we went home ...




in complete silence!

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