The SW Guide to a Stonking Weekend

stickywicket

With two other couples. The men had all shared a house while at uni.

I prepared with an easy 24 hours beforehand. And a bath as, in other people's houses, with their difficult stairs, I'm almost invariably downstairs on a sofa bed and using a tiny cloakroom to wash in. I always take my memory foam pillow and use my hostess's one to protect my knees and feet from the rigours of a sofa bed mattress.

We met up on Friday evening and managed the entire, delicious meal out in the garden. I drank more than I should have and much less than I wanted to and we women finally got to bed around 1a.m. leaving the men with the whisky (It was hard .) but brought back memories

After a leisurely breakfast, for our Saturday outing (museum, riverside walk, butterfly house) I mostly stuck sensibly to the wheelchair except for the really uphill, stony bits. The Saturday evening meal in the pub was a bit difficult because of a plethora of table legs in all the wrong places but I shuffled and shifted my chair until I'd got my own legs relatively comfortable. I had just the one large glass of wine and, when we got back to the house, a mug of tea rather than another glass. By this time we had all (even the men) realised that we were no longer 19 going on 20 but 69 going on 70 so we were all in bed by 10.30pm.

Another leisurely breakfast then home.

The moral of the story, if there is one, is prepare well, forget all about luxuries such as normality and dignity then go for it and enjoy to the utmost.

dibdab

Sounds like a good weekend! I recently did something similar with the OH meeting up with 5 of his uni friends, all now in their sixties......there was much reminiscing, rather a lot of alcohol consumed by some (not us :? , the joys of many meds that dislike alcohol), and some stunning Yorkshire scenery.....fun but perhaps a good job it only happens occasionally! This was the first time I've done it with RA as the elephant in the room....it definitely curtailed some of our activities, but ce la vie :oops:.

Deb x

theresak

Sounds like a great weekend, Sticky! Just the kind I like to have when the opportunity arises. The drink does have a tendency to flow on these occasions - bad move to leave the men with the whisky, though probably sensible too. Oh for the days when we could eat & drink whatever we wanted!!

I`m glad you enjoyed it.

LynneS

It sounds a great weekend Mrs SW

barbara12

What a brilliant weekend...hee memories...it must have been so good swopping story's...fly on the wall comes to mind..going off what you are like now you must have been the life and soul of the party's ...glad you enjoyed it...

villier

Glad you had a great weekend Sticky xx

stickywicket

Thank you everyone for your kind support.

Tezz - it was an Islay whisky too. My favourite. I merely had one sip of Mr SW's before retiring.

Barbara - the best story was that of the landlady's Blue Egg soup Apparently it tasted every bit as bad as it sounds and she served it up every time one of them had displeased her. She was very easily displeased

And we won't mention the time R woke up after a party to find his bedroom contained 3 road lamps, the top of a belisha beacon and a large temporary bus stop sign. He swore it wasn't him.

theresak

Sticky, your last paragraph reminds me of an 'Inset weekend' many years ago during my PE teaching career. Several of us teachers were at a 'posh' hotel for a weekend of lectures, seminars etc. At breakfast on the Saturday morning rumours were rife that one of the male teachers had spent the night in one of the female's rooms. The chap on our table - from a school near to ours - who was clearly hung-over, said " It wasn't me, was it? Please tell me it wasn't!"

stickywicket