Mar 6, 2009

A Collective Noun of Slimms

Laughing Gear Matthew, bless him, had organised a little matinee for us in a pub which had snowballed a bit until all of Nicole's Aunts and Uncles seemed to be crossing the Minch or Solent or whatever it is to visit. A congregation of Slimms not witnessed for time immemorial. Quite a frightening thought.

In the end only Paul didn't make it, being ill. So after walking Charlie we returned to the pub to find John and Ros, Mary and Nick, Ricky and Theresa as well as Matthew and Sam, Chris and Nicky and of course Anne and Mick along with other non-Slimm attendees and Slimm children all in attendance.

Much drink I'm sure was drunk and certainly much food was et. And a hum of conversation hummed away. Eloise and Maisie played nice as Anne brought along activity books to keep them honest. Someone ate a lot of ice cream though.

So thanks to Matthew for organising it, we had a nice time and it was nice to see everybody, beards, ears, and all.

Before long we had to make our exit as we needed to get on the Ferry and get us the hell back to the mainland for to meet up with James and Jane on the penultimate stop of our little journey.

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