01/11/2012 by Carl Reynolds
Blimey. Anyone would think I was getting old. Several people have entered the ‘club’ room in the last few weeks and said, “Doesn’t this look like the lounge in a care home?”. I may have some grey, but I, for one, don’t equate tea, chatting and cake with advanced years. Nonetheless, there was a distinct club atmosphere this morning. After nearly 30 years of co-habiting, Chris (aka The Headmaster) Stanton is finally making an honest woman of his partner, Erica. So we had a breakfast party. People brought bubbly, orange juice, croissants, home made bread, eggs, smoked salmon, fancy brownies and other goodies; and we had a mass breakfast after everyone had had a suitable swim, dip or toe poke into the pool. The room was heaving. On the way out I met Dr K, who said, “it’s my birthday today” and was carrying a cake tin in. Happy Birthday, happy weddings and happy swimming in the autumn sunshine.