You might have expected the vicar to be there but she wasn't. I expect having charge of several churches gives you a fistful of plausible excuses for missing out on events like this.
Money was being raised for the Hospice in the Weald. We contributed bags of apples to a bring and buy stall.
Ailz got into a conversation about growing old. This conversation has a set form. One deplores one's aches and pains and says how one is still young at heart. I wanted to say," I was born old" but that would have been a conversation stopper.
One old geezer said that he didn't think he'd ever really grown up.
Because, yeah, coffee mornings in the village hall are just so rock 'n'roll. Were there any genuinely young people there?
"I don't know why I'm eating this," said my mother, waving a piece of birthday cake around.