A Toast to Friendship

Take a seat, dear reader, relax. Have a glass of wine. Red or white? Or champagne? There are nibbles in those dishes over there, help yourself.

Well, this week seems to have flashed past, I don't know where the time has gone. Not on knitting, that's for sure! DSoK the Intern has been staying with us since we came home from New Zealand, since he has Important Revision to do and has NO money until term starts, so required a free place to stay.
He appeared to be eating his own weight in...well, in whatever he could find to eat in the house actually. Shortly after we returned I came home from work to find that he had eaten everything in the refrigerator and was starting on the freezer. A quick trip to the supermarket sorted that out, and once he had his own jar of peanut butter things began to settle down.

Last weekend we all went to stay with Catbert. It happens that she lives in the town where she went to university, which is also the town where I went to university. Two of my old friends from those days had organised a get together for quite a number of us on Saturday night, with a lovely dinner, and we were all meeting up for lunch first and then staying on until Sunday for another lunch. DSoK was quite excited at all the opportunities there would be for eating.

We met up with everyone at a pub in the early afternoon. What a glorious day it was, too, perfect for sitting in the spring sunshine and talking with friends. After lunch, some people went punting with their families. Apparently there were twelve of them in a five person punt. You would think people of our age would be more responsible, wouldn't you?



Mr Knitbert and I returned to Catbert's house to change, and to pick up DSoK, who was still frantically revising. Here we are just before dinner, all spiffied up. Mr Knitbert is wearing his Hong Kong suit, by the way. Doesn't it look great?

The dinner was lovely, and we all talked and caught up until the small hours of the morning, when the four of us walked home. Up again the next morning to have a quick breakfast and meet at a different pub for lunch. What a life! Apparently one of our number awoke next morning to find himself upside down in bed, fully clothed apart from one shoe, and with four text messages on his phone all asking him if he felt alright. You may draw your own conclusions, dear reader! He knows who he is...

I don't think that there are many better ways to spend your time than talking with old friends, with your family around you, in a garden by a river on a glorious spring day.