Sometimes I do think that I live in a 1950- esque bubble
Last night was a case in point
Mrs Trellis ( of " North Wales" fame)
Invited us and the vicar to dinner.
Best china
A nice home cooked meal
Sherry to start
And when we left, each of us was given a small gift wrapped in pink tissue paper
A tea towel and a small chocolate bar
The thought could not have been sweeter
How nice. I think I still live in the 50's too. I'd feel right at home there.
ReplyDeletemuch better than the real world
ReplyDeleteps are you sure you weren't meant to be doing the washing up before you left?
It would be nice to carry on that tradition John with Mrs Trellis
ReplyDeleteSounds like a perfect evening!
ReplyDeleteSounds like a very civilised evening.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely lady to entertain you so royally.
ReplyDeleteI've always liked the sound of Mrs Trellis; even the one who wrote to Humph.
ReplyDeleteYes..I thought of that Mrs. Trellis too ! Radio 4.....do you get that in France?
DeleteBy satellite!
DeleteThere's a REAL Mrs. Trellis?
DeleteSounds like a great evening indeed John. Have a good weekend my friend.
ReplyDeleteHow sweet, did you take her something ? eggs perhaps ?
ReplyDeleteIt is just so nice to know that people like Mrs Trellis still exist.
ReplyDeleteAnd did she bring her lovely husband?
ReplyDeleteHow delightful. Memories are made with the sweet simple things.
ReplyDeleteDid you wash your hands before dinner?
ReplyDeleteAlways wondered what she looked like!
ReplyDeleteOh...that just makes my day....!
ReplyDeleteSweet is right; I usually always bring something along to the Hostess wherever I am invited in for a meal. Must take after my Auntie who always has done this. xx
ReplyDeleteWhat an absolute darling!
ReplyDeleteWhat a delightful evening and a perfectly delightful hostess.
ReplyDeleteHow sweet!
ReplyDeleteYes John, you just may be a 'throw-back' from the 50's!....when things were simply less complicated and simply perfect like the gift you received.
ReplyDeleteDid you get n opportunity to say "More tea vicar?" when he farted?
ReplyDeleteI would call myself lucky if I could live in the 90s. Great going, John.
ReplyDeleteI love that final parting gift John and especially the pink tissue paper. Those sort of things have largely died out, more's the pity.
ReplyDeleteRe the above - I shall now try to revive the idea round here!
ReplyDeleteI always take a gift to the hostess but living in Japan it is taken to a new level. Little small gifts are always given and received.
DeleteWhen I go now to visit I have one suitcase packed with small gifts for everyone.
I like the pink tissue paper part the best, so lovely.
cheers, parsnip
Sometimes I think this 1950s living lark seems to work very well
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comments
Am off to work tonight and tomorrow night ( two nights in a row) how awful
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I'm a little surprised that someone with that much class asked you to dinner.
ReplyDeleteCheeky cow
DeleteA hostess with proper manners can be a rare thing in our emailing, texting and tweeting world.
ReplyDeleteThe thought of that sweet little gift just makes me say aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh....how lovely.
ReplyDeleteThe penny has belatedly dropped. Cro Magnon (and others) were quicker than me.
ReplyDeleteI don't remember things like that, but I wish I did!
ReplyDeleteHappy Weekend to you all. ♥
I guess she was in a charitable mood if she had you over. Did you tell her how many times you farted during dinner?
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
So nice to hear something like this in our tweeting, texting, facebooking world. It gives me hope for humanity.
ReplyDeleteHow lucky are you!! My parents were great entertainers but rather than sherry it was a cold beer and dinner was pizza. Entertainment was cards and the conversation always political but we kids loved our full and noisy home late 1950's and thru the 60's Hats off to Mrs. Trellis!
ReplyDeleteJohn, it sounds lovely! I'm sure each time you use that tea towel, you'll smile as you think upon Mrs Trellis.
ReplyDeleteI've never been here before, and have no idea how I found you. I need to drop breadcrumbs on my way home. This is a gentle place to land and I love your attitude. Any man who loves animals AND Daryl and Carol, I don't want to lose.
ReplyDeleteI want to be a Mrs. Trellis.
ReplyDeleteYou meet some of the most amazing people. I wish my town was as friendly as yours.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely.
ReplyDeleteYou can't beat old fashioned manners and customs, they make everyone feel special.
How I would love an evening like that.
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice gift. Something practical and a sweet treat too!
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice gift. Something practical and a sweet treat too!
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice gift. Something practical and a sweet treat too!
ReplyDeleteI say, I do hope one minded one's P's and Q's in front of the Lady and the Vicar.What a quaint little life you do have :-) Have a quaint old week.x
ReplyDeleteI want Miss Marple's hat. And to live in a place like yours.
ReplyDeleteWe never had a Mrs. Trellis where I came from... not even in the '50s. Nor a vicar. This is charming.
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