Phew! We’ve scraped through the winter solstice and will soon be heading towards that gleam of light on the horizon known as Spring. Out cycling last Wednesday, we were astonished to see daffodils in bloom by the roadside south of Goostrey (admittedly looking a bit the worse for wear and bedraggled from mud spray).
I’m posting this jingle, written for our pre-Christmas bridge tournament, as an excuse to send out last minute season’s greetings and best wishes for a peaceful and productive 2018 to everyone (anyone?) out there. Back in the New Year.
Bridge in Winter
Outside it’s wintery showers and c-c-colder than our fridge.
so we’re huddled round the table to play some hands of brrrr-idge.
North shuffles in his chair and bids. South dreams of milder climes
and East’s a beast, but blessed with West (for want of better rhymes).
South dreams of long bridge cruises, attractive package deals
and pleasant company and slams, along with all your meals.
North wishes South would concentrate or shuffle off this coil
or they’ll be in double trouble which his afternoon would spoil.
But playing bridge in Chelford, there’s one name you can’t ignore.
We’ll be back in 2018 and it’s thanks to Barbara Moore*.
*Organiser extraordinaire at Chelford Bridge Club