After he left it turned into nostalgia time. Joan dragged out album after album of old photos and we spent the afternoon going through them. Some we had seen before and lots we hadn't. We ended up noshing for a late lunch on ham, cheese, crackers, pickles, stuffed peppers and such. A couple of hours flew by as Joan entertained us with story after story. She had us in tears a number of times. It was a wonderful, relaxing afternoon visiting with her.
The story that had us in tears the most was one of Guinness and port. She said it was her birthday or something and someone asked her if she wanted a shot of port in her Guinness. Then another, and maybe a third. She swears it's very good but she isn't sure how she got home. LOL. And when she got home she decided to put on a couple of eggs to boil. Sat down and fell asleep, forgetting all about the eggs. When she woke up, the eggs had all boiled out and exploded all over the kitchen!!!!! "Oh it was horrible," she said. "The smell!!!! It didn't go away for weeks!!! And nothing I did helped." If you could've seen her face, expressions and heard her voice you'd have been rolling on the floor. She's great, she really is.
Lynne and Terry picked us up to drive us out to a pub in "The Forest." It was a nice drive and The Forest is just what it sounds like. A forest ... With trees ... Lots and lots of trees. There are horses and pigs in the Forest. Interesting huh? For whatever reason we couldn't find the initial pub we intended on going to. I'm sure Lynne will research that to figure out what happened and how we missed it. In the end, we stopped at The Crown Stirrup. It was awesome! I discovered I like cider. They actually had real bar towels - Bob had been looking at every pub we've been in and it seems everyone has gone to a different style of mat and we hadn't seen any yet. So he got to leave with another souvenir. The food was really good and the owner was full of information and ready to share, so we had a nice chat with him before getting out of there. It's a beautiful little place with great food, an owner/chef who really cares about the quality of the food he serves and is eager to please his customers. There is a nice area out the back that is outside but protected against the elements and it leads into the back garden area with a bonfire. I wish him well and really hope the locals around there give his place a fair shake.
On the way out Terry swings into another pub for us to have a drink. As Joan's getting out of the car she's saying, "That sounds good to me!" LOL After we got our drinks and sat down at a table the conversation just went south. We talked about tv, good shows, bad shows, good books, bad books, about how Guinness + Port = exploding eggs, Joan bursting out with "Bullshit!" at family dinner one Sunday afternoon. I thought Bob was gonna split a gut. He was laughing so hard at Joan that we had to laugh with him. It was pathetic. Little did we know the worst was yet to come. ...
In the car on the way back Bob and Terry were talking about Terry's lawn bowling. Bob was asking questions. One of the questions he asked was if he had to dress up to play and did he have to wear knickers. I freakin' lost it. I don't think I've every heard Bob use the word knickers and then he just goes and uses it in a serious sentence. One thing lead to another and I'm wheezing. Lynne starts laughing. Joan's beginning to chuckle. And then Bob asks what I was laughing at!!? Oh no ... All hell broke loose then. I came unglued and so did Lynne. We were feeding off of each other at that point and either one of us could stop. I'm not sure anyone else in the car saw the humor that we did but it didn't seem to matter to us. We had toppled over the edge and were in the laughing so hard you can't breathe and your stomach hurts so bad from laughing land. And you just want it to end. And it does. For about 10 seconds. Then starts all over again.
I have a secret word for tomorrow when we're at Lynne's for dinner. Knickers!!!! She doesn't even need to say a word. All she does is pretend she's holding up a pair off shorts and we die. Tomorrow's going to be interesting!!!
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