{"id":244,"date":"2019-02-18T17:09:38","date_gmt":"2019-02-18T17:09:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.talesfromtheboatshed.com\/?p=244"},"modified":"2019-02-18T17:09:38","modified_gmt":"2019-02-18T17:09:38","slug":"oh-what-a-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.talesfromtheboatshed.com\/?p=244","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;Oh, what  a night !&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>On Saturday evening, we had a retirement party at The Bun Penny, our local pub. Forty odd guests &#8211; well, not all of them odd &#8211; joined us to celebrate my retirement. Family, friends, neighbours, and colleagues  &#8211; both past and present.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>David, our son-in-law, who is Head of Music at Bay House School &amp; Six Form College had organised a band from his Sixth Form students, so we had live entertainment.  They were brilliant!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I had prepared a speech, of course, and a toast, but the pi\u00e8ce de r\u00e9sistance was my rendition of &#8220;My Retirement Favourites Things,&#8221; which went better than I had any right to expect, after just a couple of run-throughs in the afternoon:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.talesfromtheboatshed.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/02\/DSC08448-1024x768.jpg?resize=720%2C540\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-238\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p><em><strong>&#8216;My Favourite Retirement Things&#8217; sung to that tune from &#8216;The Sound of Music&#8217;<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Rennies and nose drops and Sylvia\u2019s knitting;       Zimmers and handrails and new dental fittings;&nbsp;   Bundles of BMJs tied up in string;&nbsp;   These are a few of my favourite things.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Ibuleve, cataracts, hearing aids, glasses;&nbsp;     Polident, Fixodent, false teeth in glasses;&nbsp;     Pacemakers, rolators and garden swings;      These are a few of my favourite things.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>When my pipe leaks;   When my bones creak;   When I\u2019m feeling sad;     I simply remember my favourite things;&nbsp;   And then I don&#8217;t feel so bad.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Hot tea and crumpet, and corn pads for bunions;     No spicy meals or cooking with onions;&nbsp;   Bathrobes and heating pads;   &nbsp;  Hot meals they bring;&nbsp;   These are a few of my favourite things.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Back pains, confused brains and no fear of sinning; &nbsp;  Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinning;    More of the pleasures maturity brings -;   When we remember our favourite things.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>When the joints ache;   When the hips break;    When my eyes grow dim;  &nbsp;  I simply remember the great life I&#8217;ve had:&nbsp;   And then I don&#8217;t feel&#8230;&nbsp;so&nbsp;bad.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And then &#8230; ANOTHER cake:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.talesfromtheboatshed.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/02\/IMG_2552-e1550505381477.jpg?w=720\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-246\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>The most joyful thing was sharing food, wine, champagne, beer &#8230;; memories, and laughter. It was, altogether &#8230; brilliant.  Truly, &#8220;&#8230;a night to remember.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>On Saturday evening, we had a retirement party at The Bun Penny, our local pub. Forty odd guests &#8211; well, not all of them odd &#8211; joined us to celebrate my retirement. Family, friends, neighbours, and colleagues &#8211; both past and present. 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