“Let’s go on a picnic,” suggested Nigella. “How about next Wednesday?”
All agreed it was an excellent idea, so various tasks of preparation were allotted. Ingrid was to bring a lettuce salad, and Pamela a potato salad. Nigella was to provide cordial refreshment, and Moira’s task was to bring paper plates and plastic cutlery. All were to bring some form of meat, and of course all were welcome to bring other stuff like a blanket and a collapsible chair. The river bank was chosen as the best picnic site, mainly because it was within walking distance from the Retirement Village.
Wednesday dawned fine and clear. Off they set!
“It’s too hot,” said Moira. “Why didn’t you bring your sun umbrella, Nigella?”
“I don’t think much of the lettuce salad, Ingrid,” said Moira.
“You were a bit mean on the potatoes, Pamela,” said Moira.
“There’s ants in the chicken drumsticks,” said Moira.
“This deck chair is most uncomfortable,” said Moira.
“The cordial is only orange juice. I was expecting more variety,” said Moira.
“Shall we move over there to the shade of that tree?” suggested Nigella.
“Moan moan moan,” said Moira. “It takes only one whinging idiot to turn a picnic into a misery.”
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