Clocks have changed (but not much else has)

We had a darts afternoon at Ted and Beryl’s. What a scream.
Simon was making us laugh with tails of his workplace. Apparently, on Friday, he and some colleagues formed an ‘anti-charity’ committee whose task was to avoid any of the Sport Relief silliness that was going on. So four of them had a long lunch by the river, drinking Cockburn’s Port and singing a capella Abba songs with a collection hat beside them. They called it ‘Port Relief’. Apparently they made thirty-six pounds for charity, two of them threw up in the river and all four got a warning for going back to work half-cut.

Our ‘house visit’ on Friday was cancelled, by the way. David had a stomach bug and didn’t want to pass the infection on. So now we’re seeing them tomorrow night (I hope the smell of diarrhoea has faded by then)
It’ll be a busy day tomorrow, then. I have a drumming lesson and Philippa is having some physio on her ankle.
Wouldn’t it be great if the house was big enough to fit a drum kit in?

RC 25-3-12