Pudding night

“P...U...D...D...I...N...G"
"Pudding," said Roger. "They've kept some for us."
"She hasn't finished the word," said Dick.
Titty was reading steadily on. "H...E...A...D...S...End of word

I light the fire and sit at the kitchen table with my laptop. In between work items, I prepare a large pot of chicken noodle soup for the annual Netherurd pudding night this evening. Fiona has already left a Hummingbird cake for us to take along.

Claire is coming down for the night, as is Megan. Claire’s journey is simplified because her friend Catherine no longer needs a lift - although the traffic still makes it a long, tedious journey.

Megan’s journey is complicated by getting onto the wrong train - twice. I eventually collect her at Carluke at seven, so we get to the hall just as soup is being served. Perfect timing.

The place is full and buzzing. There are four soups on offer, followed by an array of 37 desserts. And cheese - just in case. Self serve hot drinks while the raffle is drawn - with an array of youth distributing the prizes - including a brand new Google Chromebook.

The hall is emptied and tidied by ten - a late night indeed.