The busy whirl of our social life continues. On Sunday we had Roast Lamb at a local hotel and, yesterday, we drove down to the Raspberry Farm at Elizabeth Town near Deloraine for lunch and today we are back to the Deloraine area for the annual Probus Garden Party. I know that it sounds posh but it just means that we meet in a particular garden where we have a shared lunch. One of our members has a very large block, with a lake, at Golden Valley in the foothills of Quamby Bluff and that's become our regular venue.
Marilyn's making chicken sandwiches and I've put together a fruit platter: small bunches of green grapes, strawberries, halved apricots, cherries, hand-picked boysenberries and a handful of Darrel Lee Liquorice Allsorts. I reckon it's a masterpiece but it will only take a few seconds for clumsy hands to muck it up.
The weather doesn't look great and we might all get wet so I hope the President has a Plan B.
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