Theatrical picnic under the cherry trees
No respite for gay old slags!
Well, folks there’s no letting up here! The wrinklies theatre group “The Pink Wrinkle” (die Rosa Falte!) fielded a breakfast picnic in the garden here 2 days ago: under the cherry tree (Checkov eat your heart out!): so at 10:00 a.m. out with the trestle tables and the sun hats (it actually shined!).
We all brought food: e.g. green asparagu sind gravad lax rolls, my Spanish Omelette filled with peas and broad beans and enough garlic to purify the blood of the whole of Angelsey, : cheeses and strawberries and cherries and melon galore and some smoked trout with horseradish and, being Germanyy, a veritable symphony of bread!:
AND one had to cope with several bottles of Cava as well as a Tunisian hash cake!
What a fucking inposition at my age! But we struggled through until it was time for lunch!
So, as you can see I am just DYING OF FUCKING BOREDOM AT THIS END, STILL!