Five Years! Unbelievable… and we don’t look a day older!
We celebrated last night in Morcott village hall, midst a sea of balloons and bunting, wine and music. I did have to tazzle about the lanes of Rutland looking for our musician, who got seriously lost and ended up outside the Wheatsheaf in Edith Weston, on the verge of tears. However, he was duly rescued and turned his state of mind and his turntable round in no time, to entertain us with his songs of old (and very old) and his crazy questions to go with the discs. There was a bit of impromptu dancing going on, finishing up with most of us under eighty twisting our way to the floor and back.