"The Party"

If you've seen the movie "The Party" with Peter Sellers, you'll be able to visualize the scene at dinner this evening.

We had Rock Cornish Game Hens. Just as I was critizing someone else for their bad table manners, my cornish hen flew off my plate and skittered across the table. Bits of chicken went flying in all directions.

"You have a piece of chicken hanging from your eyebrow", said Teddy, nodding at Hans.

"He's just keeping an eye on it", said Vern.

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Anonymous said…
My goodness. That's almost as good as the time Dad distinguished himself at a fancy wine tasting by swirling and testing the bouquet with such enthusiasm that he actually inhaled a snortful, and then sprayed the crown with a very fine mist of red wine.
10:29 AM
Anonymous said…
No point in trying to be anonymous as my identity will quickly be revealed...as someone else's was with the wine inhaling story!!
I think reading your version of the dinner is more fun than actually having been there!!
This blog thing is SO great!!
And now you fly out this afternoon on your great adventure. We're certainly thinking of you!!
And speaking of thinking, I have a problem...as you well know! But this is even worse! Saturday afternoon I told you, Lo, about this fiendish problem I have and for which I could see no remedy. As per usual, within minutes you offered a brilliant solution. It was such a weight off my mind!! OK Now comes the problem! It was SUCH a weight off my mind that I've forgotten the solution...and have even forgotten the problem!!! How tragic is that??!! It's pleasant not to be worrying except the strain of knowing there's something out there that is of grave concern to me and that has totally escaped me is quite stressful. The knowledge that a great solution to this elusive problem also floats somewhere in the mists is causing me to become borderline catatonic!
So, do you possibly remember the problem with its attendant solution?? I'm fairly sure if I recall one the other will pop up with it...but so far that hasn't happened.
Should this all relate to things of a personal nature...and I'm sure it does...possibly you could use our email address to relate the info.
I know you're on holidays and I shouln't be bothering you with such blather at this time...but you can see my dire straits!
12:05 PM
Anonymous said…
NOT SURPRISED THAT "OLD" HANS WAS TOO SLOW TO DUCK THE FLYING FOWL!!!

I CHASED A TOMATO SLICE ACROSS A WHITE TABLE CLOTH - AT THE HOME OF BOB'S FUSSY AUNT!!!

HOPE THE HOLIDAY IS GOING WELL
LOVE
JACKIE
12:55 PM
Anonymous said…
Read your blog. Loved it.
1:46 PM
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