No, this did not involve the wearing of fancy hats, but was so-called because it was in the autumn and you did not play with your usual partner but had partners drawn from a hat.
After all the exercise I was feeling somewhat tired and not sure how I would cope. However a shower was definitely called for and then a change into the glad rags. Now I am usually clad in trousers but last night the skirt was hauled out from where it was lurking at the back of the wardrobe. I also hauled out a selection of tops, one of which was too small (no, it must have shrunk in the wash! and one of which had become squashed in and needed an iron - back that went for another day. In the end I settled on a sparkly silver sleeveless round neck top covered with a shiny silver short sleeved button up (but left unbuttoned) shirt.
So off to an enlivening shower, dry and dress.
Now at this time I am going to tell you something which is definitely not for the attention of Dickiebo; please ask B to cover your eyes.
All right now, B?
Okay, these exercise classes are definitely doing good as, for the first time in years , I was able to put my tights on in the normal way instead of having a terrible struggle.
Right B you can now let Dickiebo go.
Off to the Bridge Club, chauffeured by my usual partner. Some members were starting to lay out a large table with food. Oh how hungry I was.
But no, at seven o'clock on the dot we all went and drew our table and direction of sitting. At this point I met my partner and we had a good chat about bidding and signals and discards. Just when we were ready for the off, some latecomers arrived so two extra tables had to be set up and cards drawn again. This time I knew my partner and it didn't take long to work out our systems. So the play.
All this time eyeing the food table (and smelling the cheeses)...
After 3 tables we stopped for a food break and a glass of juice and, in my case, wine before off we went again. We finished not too late, about 11 pm, so I came home, hung away the glad rags and put on a lovely warm dressing gown given to me by TBSITW. I sat down and read for a short while then off to bed. I don't think I moved, not even a twitch, before morning.
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OMG! I have to tell you that on the very rare occasion when B wears tights, she can only put them on - with a great struggle - by sitting on the stairs!!! Poor child!
Hey Dickiebo, you weren't meant to see that!!!!!
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