visual verbals

Forgot the camera -duh- so will have to describe
1. Annie, our token teetotaler, carrying some dozen
empty bottles to a safe place in order to make room
for more -
2. Joans adorable little dog lying on the floor with Oscar,
both being absurdly cute -
3. Ullabendix entrance. Actually I won't describe that.
But it was notable. And incorporated shoes for our hostess,
who was barefoot. Except for the stockings with the hole
in the toe, but that hardly counts.
4. Aileen looking lovely-
5.The other Ian, who has grown a beard and was wearing
a hat. I thought he looked like Bluto but Ian, (not the other one)
assures me that he most resembles Paco, the drummer from
the Inner Terrestrials -
6. Jos beautiful jacket - and I can't remember what Roy was
wearing but we had a great talk about what marks we wanted
to leave on our ancient houses for future generations -
7. Mike and Simone, back here for another few months before
having to go back to architectural work in Germany - in the
meantime sorting Ferren, who was in a fetching tartan lumberjack
shirt -
8. And Liz and Frank, Tony and Jill, Kat, Pete, Jim, and many
other local notables. And our gracious hostess, all in black. Having
told me to wear red, white and blue in honour of the recent
democrat win in America.

Actually in the absence of photos I can describe Joans orange cake
- dunno if this a function of the Democrats but it is delicious and
if it aint too difficult I want the recipe.
Also Annies salmon quiche.
And Pete and Annie and I talked long into the night about Philip
the invented ghost and other psychic matters while we drank tea.
Honest.
Missed Leo - I kept thinking he was there (related to Philip,
perhaps?)
Oh and Pete told me the quite shocking and quite true tale
of the rowing kyacking lot being on the river this weekend
with a bunch of kids - so, in case that isn't clear, that's
children under guidance in small pointy boats with paddles -
when the chase appeared on the river bank.

They had spotted a wild boar the other side of the river and
shot at it; bullets whizzing across the boats stuffed with
children. Despite protests from the river-bound, the hunt
persisted.

Grace à dieu, no one was hurt. Probably not even the boar.
Legislation pertaining to the hunt does need to be clarified.
Or, better still, the hunt should be breathalized at intervals
during their days. If its not OK to drink and drive heavy
machinery, then surely it ain't OK to have gun full of killing
potential in the hands of persons who have had a skinful?
Not that they were necessarily drunk, but they all drink
and they start early. I've run across them before dawn
and if they were sober then standards of behaviour are
bizarroide.
Perhaps I'm missing something.