I had to attend a meeting to decide the future of our summer camps this morning. I didn't fancy a pre-dawn drive down to Plymouth, so the treasurer (Monica) and I decided to meet up yesterday and have a night in the city as we are both country bumpkins these days.
We stayed in a guesthouse on Plymouth Hoe and, after hitting the shops, we were able to enjoy a very pleasant walk in the unseasonably warm sunshine.
In the evening we went in search of a restaurant and found ourselves in the midst of the university's Halloween frolics. There were hundreds of students in fancy dress, heading for a party in the Varsity pub . We managed to get a window seat in the Italian restaurant next door so that we could watch the fun. The Bella Italia restaurant was decorated in ghostly fashion and all the staff were black cats, witches or ghouls. The food was excellent (zuppa followed by risotto giardiniera) and as we drank our wine we felt we were in a sort of reversed role as 'oldies' being allowed into the youngsters' party! After a couple of glasses of red, I started to wonder when and how we shift from being the party to enjoying watching the fun. At that point, Monica decided she should guide me back up the hill to the hotel.
This morning I donned my best adult persona for my meeting with the bishop and behaved like the responsible chairman(woman/person) he believes me to be.