Delicious husband and I always hold a small gathering on the lead up to Christmas. We do it as a way of saying thank you to the many people that have helped us over the year. We also do it so that we can spend some quality time with the people we love, before the festive season goes mad.
This year the timing was perfect; when I mentioned it to mother she said that she had made prior arrangements for that particular date. Hip, hip, hooray, was D.H’s response to this, not in earshot of my mother I might add.
“You should really change the date Annie, both Mildred Small and I are at the theatre that night.”
The added information that Mildred Small wouldn’t be able to attend as well as mother, put a smile on D.H’s face for days.
“We could invite Rodger now that Mildred Small isn’t coming; he used to love to come to our parties – until Mildred Small found out he had money. She was like a dog with a bone,” an excited D.H said.
“He once found her spying on him from behind the bushes in his garden you know. She insisted that she’d come to look at his prizewinning Peonies, but in the excitement of getting caught, she actually said, ‘I’ve heard all about your amazing penis, and thought that I’d come and have a sneaky peek at it. I was wondering if you could give me some tips on where to get one?’ That was the last straw as far as Rodger was concerned; he’s avoided her like the plague ever since.”
“You’re just making that up D.H.”
“I’m not Annie, it’s the God’s honest truth. Ask him, if you don’t believe me.”
Anyway, the night of the party arrived and all was going wonderfully well. I let slip about the beads that Mildred Small had given me to thread for her ‘homemade’ Christmas presents. Carole, my delightfully, good hearted, best friend, said that she thought it would be a good idea for me to get the beads and for everyone at the party to make a necklace/bracelet each. I agreed, saying that the best one would win a prize, yet to be decided.
Now, I’m sure that you are thinking that it sounds like a sad party, and hoping that I never invite you to one. But we had the most tremendous fun. The men were all fingers and thumbs, beads rolling all over the kitchen table. (Alcohol not helping, me thinks!) They called it a day half way through, and went off to the basement to play pool and enjoy ‘playing’ with D.H’s train set. (Sorry I stand corrected, it’s called a layout and they run it, not play with it.) Men – can you imagine what D.H would say if I said that I wanted a doll and pram – I ask you, boys and their toys.
We were having a lovely girly time. The Cava was flowing and so was the laughter as I relayed the story about the Peonies, then mother and Mildred Small walked in. They had left the theatre early and decided to call in and see how the party was going.
“What have we got here?” Mildred Small asked looking at the pile of necklaces in the middle of the table. I thought that she was going to blow a fuse, instead she picked up a glass of wine, held it high, and said “To Annie, the girl who gets things done!’ Then she sat down and calmly started threading beads.
We all sat in silence, it was like when Ebenezer Scrooge sent the small boy for the turkey, people knew that he had changed. Without saying anything, we all felt the change in Mildred Small. Well, change that was until Rodger came up from the basement to replenish his drink!