And did those feet in ancient time walk upon England’s mountains green?’
The last time I sang Jerusalem was at Pa’s funeral in 2009.
And there I was last Tuesday singing it with 40 delightful ladies at Forty Acres W.I. in Farlington.
No folks I haven’t joined the Women’s Institute, my culinary skills leave a lot to be desired dear.
I was thrilled to be invited to be their guest speaker, because it meant I’d get home-made cake afterwards.
The charming Anne phoned me to confirm the booking, length of talk, questions afterwards, and then refreshments – tea and biscuits.
‘Biscuits’, I wailed.
‘No no no, I’ve seen Calendar Girls, the W.I. are famous for their home-made cakes.’
I then said jokingly: ‘If there’s no cake , I’m not coming.’
Anne explained that at their W.I. weekly meetings it was only tea and biscuits, and she was very sorry, but no homemade cakes.
Well, Jemima Jalopy ( my car) and me tootled off last Tuesday to the W.I.
I did my talk, and Q&A afterwards, and then popped outside for half a fag ( my new idea to cut down the dreaded weed).
When I came back in, there on the table was a plate of....yummy home-made cakes. Yippee!
How kind of the W.I.
My favourite was a delectably scrumptious sponge cake with buttercream and lemon filling made by Pat.
I scoffed one piece there and took another piece home.
See, ask nicely (or threaten not to turn up), and ye shall get.
I spoke to five gay men and one gay woman last week.
So, how many gay people did you speak to last week ?
Are there any gay people in your family, at work, in your social life?
All this recent hullabaloo about gay people being allowed to marry, did that affect your life?
I know quite a few gay couples who’ve lived together for 20 to 30 years, some in civil partnerships, some who now can get married.
So I think we should let gay people get on with their lives, and we should just get on with our lives.