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It was very rash of me to assume that I would know the entirety of the group at our meal at Lal Quilla last night, and to predict what I would eat and drink.
On our entrance the staff, with their usual warm and friendly greeting, said that someone had telephoned the night before to add two people. We didn’t know anything about that, and in any case, Ian had made the booking. He had a quiet word with Raj and we were whisked to a larger pair of tables, according to the manager so we could spread ourselves out a bit. He presented us with a bottle of Beaujolais, so I did not drink Kingfisher. After a while I received a kiss on the cheek. Elizabeth had joined us. Soon afterwards, Danni and Andy came through the door. We were nine plus Poppy after all.
Finally, as we gathered ourselves to depart, a small cake with two lighted candles advanced towards our table followed by the entire staff group who led the family in singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to me.
I’ve no idea why I felt rather muzzy all day. I dozed through a bit of Wimbledon tennis on TV, and managed a little weeding, watering, eradicating a few brambles, and tidying up after Jackie’s work on the rose garden. We took a rest with water on the patio from which I enjoyed
This view across the Kitchen Bed with its day lilies in the foreground and verbenas in a hanging basket beyond;
pot planted petunias and geraniums over an erigeron carpet;
and self seeded mimuluses and feverfew.
A dahlia nods to the clematis on the wisteria arbour;
pink discias, red geraniums, and yellow bidens flow over the iron urn at the entrance to the Gazebo Path;
while blazing crocosmia Lucifer leads us into the Palm Bed.
As can be seen from this Special Anniversary rose, I haven’t dead-headed the Rose Garden today.
White solanum and a bright blue clematis stream down from the dead tree at the end of the Brick Path.
This evening we dined on Mr Chan’s Hordle Chinese Take Away with which Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I drank tap water.
The moral of this post is that when I say I will report on an outing the next day, I must not assume there will be no more surprises.