Yep, caterers, vintners, garden hands(moi) embassy napery, the Swansea Dinner Service( nicked from the fall out of a boyfriends broken marriage fifty years ago) yes moi and my friend Tessa bundled it into my tiny stuck together with sellotape fiat’; bunting , special straws for the Bellinis dozens of garden chairs, dog pooh squads, there are three spaniels, and they poohed constantly from he excitement of it all….. oh and the party boy “walk outs”been doing those for thirty eight years… easier when we had two houses , but now, well it’s a bit last year, (specially as my house has always been super comfortable …) yes even one on the day….. But God is kind and a group of the loveliest friends arrive beautifully attired and charming. The sun shines, and Mr Nice Guy is there. angelically smiling in a bow tie. We know this one oh yes we do , did we fast forward to ninety ? ” dunno” as one of my many super articulate granddaughters would say.
But the real thing is that it was a a superb success it every way , even the B Boy speech which didn’t start off that well but then it suddenly cut to 1983 enter Goddess , I cried, I mean how could I not?