I HAD the note in my diary: Constable Hall, East Bergholt, 7.30pm.
What could it be?
One colleague suggested it might be a blood donor session. Another, interestingly, suggested I might have been booked to address a meeting of the Constable Country swingers. Neither rang a bell. (Insert your own joke here).
It was probably a Women’s Institute, I decided. They like Wednesdays.
Having failed to make a proper note of the occasion, I was relieved to find it was indeed a WI get-together and especially thrilled that they had put on a vast spread of sandwiches and home-baked cakes
What could be better than spending an evening in the heart of beauteous East Anglia with an egg sandwich, a large slice of victoria sponge and a fine body of women?
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