Last year I went to a bikers funeral (was a member of a motorcycle club back in the day). Friend who was coming with me, who always lets me down last minute, did.
So off I went, a little nervous as I hadn’t seen anyone for years, to the Crem & after to his favourite pub turned into tea room. Amazed to see all these bikers having tea & cakes off bone china cups & plates.
It was fantastic seeing everyone, all older, of course. We just sat reminiscing.
Glad now my friend gibbed, otherwise I would have had to sit talking to her about all her ailments, moaning that she didn’t know anyone.