As most of you will know, we are supporters of Hinckley Rugby Club, attending games regularly. Once a year to be precise, when our friend Richard’s company sponsors a match, and in return enjoys a table at the pre-match dinner. Richard not only kindly invites his close friends to join him at this meal, but also pays the bar bill (which, incidentally, decreases in inverse relationship with the increasing average age of the party…).
We had time for pre-dinner drinks as the chef prepared a about twenty large joints of lamb, and large dishes of roast potatoes, Yorkshire puddings, and vegetables. Chantal and our friend Lou opted to share a bottle of some sort of pink fizzy stuff, sensibly taking it outside before launching the cork.
The rest of us opted for beer, before settling down with wine as soup was served, and subsequently one of our party set to work with the carving knife, as we helped ourselves to the veg. Most of us cleared our plates, but we did manage to fill a couple of doggy bags, enough to enhance Lesia and Tia’s meals for a couple of days. And then it was time for the cheeseboard accompanied by port.
Excellent.
Oh yes – the rugby. Almost forgot. We all went out to watch, and Hinckley beat a Staffordshire team 22-7.
This was my second rugby match in a week. Kate’s Mum and Dad invited me to see Leicester Tigers play the previous weekend – Kate’s Uncle was unable to go, and so they had a spare season ticket. The seats were up in the most modern stand (which is all seating… should it still be called a “stand”?) with an excellent view, good for less experienced fans like me since it was easy to follow the game. It was a game of penalty kicks, with a 21-21 score after a last minute penalty by Tigers. According to the regular fans it was a boring match, but I thoroughly enjoyed it!
Technically we live in Oaktree House, but sadly the tree had to go.
We now have a thriving Oakstump at the front of the house.
