The invite to Willow's Grand Autumn Ball (a dance indeed!), had me searching my closets and loft for my spats.
The reason, I hear you ask?
Well, my lovely friend Jenny Seagrove has graciously accepted my invitation to the Ball, telling me she wouldn't miss it for the world.
She is so looking forward to meeting our Mid West hostess and enjoying the excitement of Willow Manor, as indeed am I.
However she accepts my invitation (as only a woman can), with three provisos:
I do NOT sing at any stage of the proceedings.
I do NOT tell jokes that make people groan (this may be a request too far!).
I wear my spats with my dinner jacket and black tie.....sheesh
So here are my spats and shoes polished to a military shine beyond the call of duty. When we cut a rug, Strictly Come Dancing will pale into insignificance....criticise us at your peril Mr Len Goodman...grinning.
Just one question dear Willow....
If you erect marquees on the rear lawn, will the excitement be intense?......groan.
Have a grand Saturday all.