Age is just a number.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Just  after Christmas each year a Christmas dinner is organised for the old folk of the parish, although we don't consider ourselves as old folks, apparently we are and have been invited for this meal for the past two years.  It is a good way to meet neighbours as we do not attend the church,  but we still feel as though we should not be there, we don't feel old.

Eighty years young, our neighbours.

 Most of the people who attend are around the eighty years plus  mark although some look much younger, and some are considerably fitter than we are, walking several miles a day, but none of them seem to garden, strange!

The young.

 After the meal we were entertained by a group of Ceilidh musicians, some of who are really old, yet they still play in the local pubs, this year they were joined by some young musicians which was great, it is nice to know that young people are still interested in the old ways.

The old.

Young and old.

I did make a discovery whist eating our meal of turkey, potatoes, carrots and Brussel sprouts. Brussel sprouts are bitter when not cooked fresh, straight from the garden, maybe this is the reason why so many people do not like them.
It was a nice afternoon with good entertainment, but we still do not feel old, maybe next year.











Last summer was below average temperatures and although many plants did set seed some did not drop them, whilst Simon was having a rummage through the garden he came across the wall flower plants that flowered last year,
 these had set their seeds OK but the pods had failed to open,  the result, seeds germinating in the seed pods still on the plants.
 We have now cut off the pods and planted the emerging seeds into pots, whether they survive remains to be seen.

These must be mine as well.

 Tess is growing very quickly, she is also very spoilt and considers anything and everything are  her toys, she spotted a bag of small balls on the worktop that we had bought for the cats, managed to get them and open the bag although she quickly lost the ball under a sideboard, she hasn't quite got the message that she has to retrieve things herself after all she can lay down on the ground expecting us to come to her rescue instead.

Now to relax.