I'm not a great fan of festive meals - memories of sitting round a littered table late at night, trying to make a large bill add up while slightly squiffy.
And would it even happen? Any of us might get flu, and we are each responsible for grandchildren or grandparents.
Miraculously, we were all available on the day, but it was raining torrents.
We brought our walking boots but more in hope than expectation.
The meal was pleasant, but more than mince pies, we had hoped for a walk.
The rain lessened, but still we loitered in the cosy pub.
Finally Carol galvanized us and we set off across sodden fields, chatting.
On the topic of exercise regimes, Diane suggested that standing on one leg was good for mind and body. Like a bunch of middle-aged flamingos, we stopped amid the cabbages and tried it out.
Afterwards we carried on, climbed a ridge and looped back through beech woods. The clouds cleared and the embers of sunset glowed along the horizon.
It was a pleasant pub meal, and I'm glad I went. But standing on one leg in a muddy field with my friends was even better.
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