Easter Party 2025

 

No, he wasn't caught on the hop this year just that Easter was a week later when we all got together after arriving on Friday having gotten a taxi and caught the train down so I would be less rushed which also had the benefit of enjoying a fish and part battered chip meal was people talked.

Saturday was the start of events proper and I was up just after six, possibly the earliest cos I go by British Cat Time - when you can see things you get moving - so after the last person arrived we started with an Easter Egg Hunt which the first step was to assemble your basket and having done that I found seven of them hidden all over the place.

We then retired for home made burgers with onion that we ate outside that were most scrumptious .

We then had to throw a bean bag at the rabbit to score points which wasn't my strong point  before the egg and spoon race which you could I was more slow and steady before the outdoor darts which I wasn't too bad at  

Then each time had to retrieve a deck using a pole with chain but it soon transpired the chain was too long and heavy although one person did seem to develop a knack for it.

Then we had Tin Can Alley where one team member managed get a ball through the centre of the tins leaving those around the edges in a perfect inverted V shape and I knocked most of them off which was something!

We were treated to small creme eggs and a gingerbread bunny.

We then enjoyed an enjoyable bring a long a few things buffet  which I had B-B que chicken, pork pie salad and sausage roll before playing Easter bingo  and Family Favourites.

After much talk we got to sleep - for me opposite the fire - just before midnight and I was up for oatcakes and bacon before we went to the local pub for a meal which for me was a turkey roast and sticky toffee treacle pudding.

After that we made our ways home with Debbie kindly providing three of us a lift to the station.

Thanks to Jennifer for organizing the party and everyone contributing to a highly enjoyable event.

Easter week

It's Easter which beyond my staples of reading the Easter Story (you can't have Christmas without Easter theologically) and observance does involve Easter fun and games which you may of done either in your family or with other groups.

 In Girlguiding you can do a lot from egg hunts, making cards and making toys and maybe attending an Easter service.

 These days you can get colourful bags to take to your egg hunts!

There was two eggs here one from Dad and the other from one of adoptive Aunts which as I type this will be hatched and broken into.

White chocolate while a bit sickly doesn't bother me so much with the dreaded headaches and that so I tend to go with that having "lost" many a easter or christmas to that in the past.

Happy Easter
 

Ravel at the piano...

It's a sunny glorious afternoon as I type this with Easter Cards arriving before said bunny arrives later on in the week but apart from setting up the new portable radio something else arrived to keep my mind of the crazy world we're living in.

There are whole sets of the orchestral works of the French composer, Ravel, but not a complete set of his solo piano works including a couple of compositions first discovered in the 1970's but last week a really complete set came out on the Essex, U.K. label Chandos.

This is really well performed on a Yamaha piano with a specialist team to keep it in perfect tune in what is a two cd set priced as a single full price set with excellent high resolution digital recording although the disc is in regular cd format (and also available on HD Download).

Given my soft spot for solo piano works this is very much appreciated.

Plushies at lunch time

After last weekends activity and some follow up stuff like sorting the Outbound ticket for Easter's get together we're taking things a bit steadily and resting the paw after mentioning it to one person this week and combing my dollies hair a bit as they soon get tangled (and that's not as good as the movie!).

One great thing about small plushies is you can indulge your inner little girl side with cuteness without taking up loads of space and the other is they fit well between the sheets when you need something to hug at night.

People have been talking a bit this week about school dinners (din-dins to me) which varied a fair bit as at school one, they were brought part cooked and reheated so fleshy things like fish tended to be a bit dry and we carried them to a table in a community centre.

School number two was a lot better as we had somewhere to sit in school, cleared tables, and generally one or two of us would be given the food in order and then serve the children on tables first on real plates. I liked the fish cakes and semolina pudding and jam.

School three was similar except you ate at tables in a hall and there exceptions for diabetics and certain religious customs  and was first place I encountered Manchester Tart.

I still have cravings for school dinners.