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Rock Chexit

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11 June 2017 at 21:28

Every time I decide to stop looking at Facebook and Twitter and go downstairs the husband starts another 70s hit on his laptop.   
Damn you Top 100 Greatest Classic Rock page!
And worse than that he keeps sharing his birthday chocolates with me

11 June 2018 at 19:22
(updated profile picture)
Bentonbag  Thanks for the photo Mrs Jeremy.
Drummerman  Cheers!!!
Ms Marx  Fab pic !
Woolerwoman  Great photo x
Mrs Leftfoot  I hope Thunderthighs hasn't seen this!!!
Bentonbag  I'm thinking about making it my blog and/or twitterpic.  On seeing it Thunderthighs demanded 
"When was this taken?"
“When I went out with Mrs Eft and Bess Cavalier to the Chaplaincy.”
"Oh that crack den.   
You were so childish that night"
Mrs Leftfoot I hope he appreciates what a sober influence I am!
 
🍷🍷🍷 
 
In 2018 The Newcastle University Catholic Chaplaincy moved out of its premises in Windsor Terrace, where it had been since the early 1960s (I think).   
The Chaplaincy was where 
The Coven and many other friends first met each other.   
There was a closing Mass and party called Chexit which was a wonderful opportunity for a get together.   
Bess Cavalier stayed with us; Thunderthighs was relegated to the spare bed in Ferretfingers’ room.  Mrs Eft parked her campervan on our drive.

As we left, in our best dresses (what is the female equivalent of suited and booted?), 

to get the Metro to Jesmond Thunderthighs asked when we would be home.
“No idea” I said “Not before midnight.”
We caught the last but one Metro going our way and as we came out of the station my mobile rang.
“Where are you?” demanded Thunderthighs.
“Coming out of the Metro.”
“You said you’d be home by midnight.”
“No, I said I wouldn’t be home before midnight.”
Mrs Eft and Bess Cavalier have never forgotten coming in to a thunderous
“What time do you call this?”
 

 

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