Roll the carpet right back, get cracking with your old Gay Gordons
And your knees up, shake it up, live it up, sup it up, hell of a kind of a time.
And if the coppers come around, well, tell them the party’s mine, boys.
I was starting to panic that we’d forgotten !
Good health everyone.
And thanks to Jake (even though he probably wouldn’t approve !) (“You can let me (sic) memory slip !”)
Mine’s a cup of tea tonight, but it’s good to know he’s remembered. And if you haven’t heard it yet, tonight is a very appropriate time to listen to the beautiful choral version of “Remember Bethlehem”.
Happy Christmas all. A glass of prosecco courtesy of my daughter to mark the moment last night, but then a change of laptop left me playing hunt the password.