So the local pub in the village, the most excellent Cherry Tree Pub, decides it would be a fine idea to invite all the village over-65's along for a free Christmas Lunch.

This is a most generous and charitable act.

The pub itself is superb, and their food is top notch for a local pub. Sunday lunch is £11.95 for three courses, and frankly you are doing well to be able to walk after it -- a huge starter followed by full roast course and then a big dessert with coffee. Dad and I quite often mooch up there on a Sunday for lunch, and its really rather spiffingly good.

Dad asked if I would drop him off, just in case he was temped to be a bit racy and have a pint with his lunch. So I drive him up there in the Bentley... and when we arrive, the carpark is swarming with the local Raffia Mafia in suits and twin-set and tweeds. The invited local over-65s had arrived.

I dont think the carpark has had so many Volvos, Mercedes MLs, Range Rovers for weeks. And all for the generosity of a free lunch.

I did have to giggle...

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