The years (41 of them) rolled back for your editor last weekend, Margaret having
persuaded her to go to her first St. Anne’s Gaudy - one specially organised for their
“Quite like old times,” a dozen people quipped as they clambered in through Jean’s
window, several needing considerable propulsion from behind. Her room - most comfortably
appointed with bathroom and fridge - was on the ground floor. The ONLY door into
the building with its brand new failsafe high security lock was jammed beyond the
expertise of the porter. But nothing impedes a St. Anne’s girl, however mature in
years; even Jean achieved this athletic feat and a steady flow -- groan heave ah......made
it. Could you just take my suitcase first?-- continued until the maintenance man
finally arrived (it was Saturday afternoon!) with ladder, hammer and a large box
of tools. It took him nearly an hour to get the door open; meanwhile the steady flow
continued but at least the ladies were not forced to make their exits by the same
route, attired in their party finery.
The dinner was a very interesting experience. People who had lived cheek by jowl
for three years, sitting round the same table for breakfast, elevenses, lunch, tea
and dinner, slipped back into their old roles immediately. The warm friendly ones
were warm and friendly still, the posers had perfected if not caricatured their poses
and the upper crust who in the 1950s never quite registered day school girls as fully
human, now claim to have forgotten them completely. Margaret and Jean alone, of course,
have matured beautifully into perfectly lovely people.
November WELCOME TO THE ALVERNE ARMS!
“Peace at last,” sighed Jean as Norman and Jestyn cycled off for one of their
The benecol and cucumber sandwiches were made, the latest Family History Magazine
was propped up for an indulgent browse, Radio 4 was switched on for its convivial
murmur and then................
Zoom Whizz Tinkle Tinkle “Hallo. Hallo. We’re back. The Ratcatcher’s Rest was
closed for refurbishment. The Haymaker’s Romp only had white bread. The beer was
off in The Wasp and Weasel. We thought we’d come back and have lunch here. That’s
all right isn’t it!”