"It'll be alright on the night"

I sincerely hope so, although I suspect that we shall be patching things up here and there, more or less making it up as we go along.  And for "night" read "afternoon".  I met up with my two fellow sub-committee members on Monday afternoon to finalise plans for this coming Saturday when Brighton Lions are hosting a pre-Christmas party for about 50 pensioners at a sea-front hotel.  Now I just have to make sure that there are members of the club at thr hotel to greet our guests and one on each of the four minibuses we are hiring (with drivers) to collect said guests.  I also have to break the news to the bus company that there are not the three pick-up points I told them: there are 13!  Oh well, I'm sure it will sort itself out eventually.  At least the entertainer rang me yesterday just to confirm.

I had another walk across 39 Acres and round the Roman Camp yesterday afternoon before a supermarket trip and Christmas shopping with the Old Bat.  Oh fablous joy!  At least I enjoyed the walk with the dog.  By the way, I'm sure I have mentioned it somewhere but the Roman Camp has (or had) nothing to do with the Romans.  It pre-dates their invasion by 1500 years as it is about 3500 years old, dating from the Iron Age.  As I approached the golf course en route to the Camp, I spotted three magpies in a circle chattering away.  They flew off in one direction and the squirrel they were bullying ran the other way.  That's something I have never seen before - birds mobbing a mammal.

Plenty of gorse in bloom in the Camp, so kissing is in season - and you don't even need mistletoe! (It's an old country custom: kissing's in season when gorse is in bloom.)