That there uke came out again tonight. Boy has it been a long one. We’ve been hosts to a “meeting” of our local residents group tonight. There are only a handful of houses where we live and we’ve had the owners of all of them round to discuss secret stuff. I can’t say what because it’s a legal matter but perhaps in the future I will be able to do so.

Anyway, they turned up at 7.30pm, after I’d spent the afternoon doing legal stuff on our joint behalf…..or should that be behalves? I dunno. I got some great help with my legal eagle stuff from John, our friend and houseguest, who’s a bit of a whizz on such matters. While John and Janet went out for supper, we hosted our get-together and I reported back on progress. Somehow eight bottles of wine got drunk between the ten of us. Somehow we all got drunk.

Then, when they’d disappeared off home at about 10pm, Janet and John, our houseguests for a few days, came over from the flat with more wine and we got more squiffy. Boy oh boy, I can’t stand the frenetic pace of all this country living. It’s completely exhausting.

So, after a European wine lake had been consumed by various folks, both resident and non-resident, we put on some CDs and DM got out the uke. I think that’s what happened anyway. Here he is, telling the devil he can’t have his soul just yet. He needs it for a while longer.

You can generally tell what kind of evening has been had on these occasions by music that’s strewn around the sitting room. Tonight – Tamla, Richard Hawley, Simon and Garfunkel and Hepcat. Yep, I’d say that was a good one.