Hail Gail The Hen!
A very civilised (not) weekend! Ten (although someone told me it was nine after I though there were 12 of us) of Gail's girly friends headed up to a cottage near Stratford Upon Avon for her hen weekend.
It was an enormous converted barn, with huge dining table, lots of sofas, an real-flame gas fire and more than adequate number of spoons.
But that's where the civilisedness ends - once the boxes of wine and bubbles were opened we turned into a screeching hoarde of over-excited girls letting out our most shocking secrets and too much information about the various men in our lives.
I have to say we were very kind to the hen - she only had to wear a fluffy pink tiara in the country 'local' which attracted the attention of a demented woman who was clearly desparate to talk about her recent nuptials, probably as the village had been throughly bored to tears with it by then.
Other than eating (thanks Bellen) and drinking the only other activity we indulged in was a bit of rowing on The Avon, where we got attacked by a gang of ducks intent on getting their ends away with a lone lady duck!
It was such a brilliant time, all that girly bonding, that I felt quite sad to be home.
Roll on June 11!
(*Nice hand-on-hip action there, Gail!)
It was an enormous converted barn, with huge dining table, lots of sofas, an real-flame gas fire and more than adequate number of spoons.
But that's where the civilisedness ends - once the boxes of wine and bubbles were opened we turned into a screeching hoarde of over-excited girls letting out our most shocking secrets and too much information about the various men in our lives.
I have to say we were very kind to the hen - she only had to wear a fluffy pink tiara in the country 'local' which attracted the attention of a demented woman who was clearly desparate to talk about her recent nuptials, probably as the village had been throughly bored to tears with it by then.
Other than eating (thanks Bellen) and drinking the only other activity we indulged in was a bit of rowing on The Avon, where we got attacked by a gang of ducks intent on getting their ends away with a lone lady duck!
It was such a brilliant time, all that girly bonding, that I felt quite sad to be home.
Roll on June 11!
posted by The WyeBird @ 3:02 pm
1 Comments:
At 4:18 pm,
Anonymous said…
Bellenator wrote:
'Definately a more than adequate number of spoons, but I felt the knife situation was sadly lacking, given the washing up that needed to be done between main course & cheese!!
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