It’s party season at last. Not that we haven’t been thoroughly entertained over the last week, but in a family setting. Tomorrow, it’s Lord Bruin’s 24th Annual Christmas Party, to which bears of all ages and denominations will be welcome, together with their human staff. Rabbits are not allowed under any circumstances.
Edbos and Ted are looking forward to it no end. Some bears dress up, for there are prizes to be won – indeed, the first year Edbos went, he won the prize for Most Loved Bear, because Ro, who was then about eighteen, wouldn’t leave him on the table with the rest of the teddy bears but carried him around (not at all in a Sebastian Flyte way) for the whole party.
I’m sounding arch, but it isn’t – it’s fun in a slightly off-beat very English way. And the food is extremely good and not at all hunny-related.
We have no plans for New Year’s Eve, which is a bit lame of us but we don’t normally bother, but on Friday we’re going to our Great Green friends’ New Year’s Day walk – there’s a choice of routes and we can walk between two and seven miles. I will walk about fifty yards, the length of the friends’ drive. I have regretfully cried off from the walk proper. Usually, I’ve done the longest one but last year I chose the shortest and that was a plod by the end (muddy fields were involved at this stage), though I still enjoyed it. This year, the Sage will go (there’s a whole crowd, he won’t be lonely) and I’ll stay at the house with the other disinclined or unables.