Mrs Down's Diary
Party number one was in the village. Held in one of the recent barn conversions. At least, I thought it was recent until they told us they had been in the village for 11 years and I realised with an uncomfortable jolt how quickly time flies.
There was a marquee, roast, bands and sing-ers. And rain. Lots and lots of rain. The longest day of the year and the coldest and wettest I could recall. Just imagine if it was your wedding day. All that planning and then appalling weather.
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Hide AdBut the guests certainly did not let it dampen their exuberance for a celebration. Nor did their ducks. They have a superb pond, complete with decking and summerhouse.
A bit more upmarket than our fishing hut made of pallets. John looked very edgy the whole time. He thought he knew what was coming the minute we left. . . "Why can't we have. . .?" So I surprised him and didn't ask.
For full feature see West Sussex Gazette July 16