On the ball

David (snr) and Marjorie, along with me two of the older members of our Writers Club, listening intently to the offering of one of our talented younger members at our Saturday early afternoon meeting. Both generally bring a piece of poetry (though David insists that it's not, it's verse he says, and I suspect that Marjorie (our own Pam Ayres 'clone') might say the same.
We have one corner of the upstairs room at a local social club (the Menstone) which, you might deduce, is mostly a 'snooker' room (three full size tables). We've become accustomed to ignoring the snooker though if there's a tournament we take ourselves to the bar downstairs. In either place we're very comfortable.
A lot of serious stuff this week. For the next meeting, in two weeks time, we have to write something amusing. That will be something new, and testing, for me.