Isn't life strange sometimes? Last night I found myself surrounded by well heeled gardening enthusiasts on a large cruise boat on the Thames.
Jeez, you should see some of the riverside properties here - fantastic real estate, yet in most of the houses, nobody seems to be home.
There is a truly excellent cold buffet on the boat and plenty of J2O to wash it down with.
Catherine gets a little over exited about the allotment quiz and actually accuses the neighbouring team of cheating! I am slightly embarrassed by her vociferous objections to some of the answers to the quiz, but feel she is somewhat vindicated when the team at the next table, when asked for their final score, declare a total of 86. A superb score for the grizzled and grumpy gardening veterans considering that the maximum possible score is 80!
It's a truly gorgeous evening and the Thames is really beautiful - lots of folks in smaller motor boats and rowing boats with champagne and strawberries.
We arrive back at the mooring at Henley at 11 pm, walk the few minutes home, drink tea, hit the sack and I am unconscious in seconds. A superb evening.
What ever happened to all the sex and drugs and rock and roll?
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