Today we are going to London to visit an old friend of ours, Gerry, who has just turned 75 years old. He is having a little party this afternoon/evening and has booked The Three Belles as entertainment (particular favourites of his).
It is a blisteringly hot day (by UK standards) – the computer in my car says it is 30.5 degrees centigrade, and there’s scarcely a breath of wind. It’s unfortunate that the air conditioning in my car has stopped working, so we are cooking gently all the way to Hither Green, in spite of the sunroof being open and the windows being down.
We arrive at the party to find that Gerry is actually Geraldine today – he is in drag, complete with blonde wig, blusher and lipstick. It’s quite a surprise, I can tell you! The party goes well, and The Three Belles play 2 sets and go down a storm. The main thing is that Gerry (Geraldine) has a thoroughly good time (he hasn’t been in the best of health for the last couple of years) and he appreciates everyone having made an effort to travel to his party (even if only one or two are in fancy dress).
It all winds up around 11pm, although one or two of us have a couple more drinks and chatter on until just after 1am!