We were delighted to be joined by Junior for lunch on Easter Sunday. Following initial concern that due to a virus he may not be able to attend, this plucky lad showed that he was made of stronger stuff and arrived on time escorted by his minders, Mr and Mrs Q. It would clearly take more than a bug to keep this little tot away.
Wearing a Pooh Bear themed ensemble, Junior quickly entered into the spirit of the proceedings by heading up the lunch table in his co-ordinated teddy motif high chair. Chewing on a coaster and surveying his fellow diners, Junior watched as the table tucked into a roast turkey meal followed by Mrs Q’s crowning glory – a sticky banoffee pie. Washed down with a couple of bottles of Bucks Fizz, the lunch was a resounding success, re-confirmed when Junior was overheard to comment: ‘ The turkey looked succulent and well basted and I was particularly impressed by the golden colour of the roast potatoes. Cooking doesnt get better than this.’
After lunch, the party retired to take coffee and listen to that wonderfully spiritual ensemble ‘Pick ‘n’ Strum.’ Strum had come prepared with some new ideas and Pick was only too happy to join in and fill the Easter air with a cordial harmony of melodic sounds. Junior meanwhile was seen to accept gifts marking his first Easter which, despite feeling under the weather, did not deter his enthusiasm and excitement. Can nothing get this little lad down? We cannot but be impressed by his positive and cheery attitude, especially as Mrs Q then commenced to rummage through a bin bag of unwanted clothes donated by the writer. What was particularly special was her willingness to model a host of potential outfits, showing her creativity, vivid imagination and detachment from reality.
After trifle and another of Mrs Q’s triumphs – an enormous chocolate and raspberry cake - Junior announced his intention to depart. ‘I’ve had a wonderful day,’ he was heard to say,’ and thank my family for their kind gifts. The trifle and cake would have been a firework to the palate – so why do I get given pink yogurt? I’ll be taking that up with my personal nutritionist.’
Having waved off the merry party, Mrs E is understood to have commented to Mr E: ‘£2o for an Easter Egg ? What a wicked waste! And she’s not wiped those skirting boards yet I’ll bet – I couldn’t live like that.’
