Giving Tongue About End of Silly Season

It gives me greatest pleasure to declare
That now our silliest season of the year
With school holidays, at least a few,
Plus other ones, and Easter too,
And two grandchildren birthdays due,
Are well and truly washed out of our hair.

I warned J that the next time she posed like this I would publish like this.

Here we have the second visit to the Yacht Club within a matter of days, to give the final celebration for Jeneva’s birthday today after her sister’s on 30th. Friends accompanied us to the dinner, where choosing the carvery for most enabled our table to participate in a quiz and jackpot draw.
We were fifth out of about eleven tables in the quiz after falling down rather hopelessly on some sport questions, and my ticket in the draw was one number removed from the winning one. The person who had the winning ticket didn’t know the answer to the question — the capital of Denmark — and I did, so had I been drawn I would have walked away with the loot. There is a carry-over, and perhaps we should have another bash next month.
I have just accepted a most exciting urgent editing commission in the form of a film script that will probably remove me from presence here until completed.

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