Last night we went to a party at our local senior club. The second Thursday of every month they have an evening potluck supper. We usually eat, play bingo, reminisce, and drink a little wine and talk about the good ole days….
We heard Fanny McFlurry’s grandson is staying with her for a few weeks. It’s rumoured he got in a scrap over some marijuana with the law in another part of London and he came to West London to avoid the heat. Anyway, Fanny is known for her delicious muffins (i do like the occasional muffin) anyway she always bakes up a quadruple batch for each get-together. She makes enough for everyone and some for folks to take one home for later. For some reason they were extra good this week and every last one of them was eaten. Not a one left over. We later found out that Fanny’s grandson, Butch McFlurry, laced the muffins with some of his marijuana.
Knowing this, I guess it offers a logical reason for everyone feeling good that night by the time Nobby put on the bunny hop record, everyone was in a real good mood and it was the first time the whole place got up and danced …………..
That is until the cops came to check all the noise complaints.
Well, that’s another story. …………………