TGIF!!!!

"Ah golly gosh, it's Friday afternoon and the weekend beckons, what fun?!"

And the newspapers, well, at least The Daily Telegraph, is full of nice stories as well as the daily quota of real news, of which I mostly refrain from writing about; at least for the present future.

It seems, as if we didn't already know it, that singing, cucumber sandwiches and friends are good for all of us.  Not necessarily in that particular order, or in any order for that matter, but one could easily imagine a scenario where all three articles could conjoin in a most singular occasion and provide everyone with an enormous amount of pleasure!

Just imagine the scene, an empty village or church hall, where a slightly nervous looking chap stands by himself, twiddling a thin wooden stick in his hands, as he paces to and fro, anxiously glancing at his wristwatch with a nonchalant regularity.  He sighs noisily and at that very moment, the door swings open as a rush of people chatter into the hall.  Our waiting chap swivels round to face the group,  he raises his arms in a wide arc of welcome and a smile chases away the deep furrows that had so creased his forehead, a moment earlier.

"Ah ha, so you're here at last.  Now quickly take your places, and..... I do hope you've all got your sheets, yes, so please turn to page 4, and we'll begin?"   The conductor raises his baton, smiles and...

"Hey, wait for me, and.....oh gosh I'm late, forgive me, but I lost my car keys, but I'm here now.  Oh hello, Jenny, may I squeeze in next to you?  Hello Anne!"    Sally smiles enthusiastically at everyone, fiddles with her music sheet to find her place then looks up expectantly, grinning at Sam their leader.

Sam whipped his group into a musical obedience and they sang their hearts out for him for about an hour, or so.  They were never too exhausted to carry on but Sam always stopped  about the same time, telling them they all needed a cup of tea, and perhaps something to nibble on; and of course, they all agreed.

Theirs was a happy group, if perhaps not always perfectly in tune, and they enjoyed their singing very much  They also enjoyed each others company, for they were friends, some new, a few of long standing, and some had actually known each other since their school days.  Their group cohesion was instantly obvious.

And because of this Susan, Sam's cheerful wife, always fed his group with a platter of  thin, crustless, cucumber sandwiches, nicely spread with butter and oh so succulent and cooling to the fevered singers; plus, of course, a mug of fragrant afternoon tea.

Delicious!

Daisy.

ps enjoy your weekend