After a very full day, we returned to the caravan park at about 4pm and there was a party well in progress at one of the cabins diagonally across the road behind us.
Much laughter and hilarity was floating across the park and settling all around us.
We left to go out for dinner at 5.30pm and returned at 7.30pm.
The party was still in progress. Laughter and hilarity continued - one woman in particular with a very distinctive and loud laugh.
It is now 9.40pm and the party continues still. The laughter is louder and the wind is not in our favour. The language is now turning a lighter shade of blue.
I am curious as to how long this party continues, considering the number of signs posted at various parts of the park requesting that we all consider other patrons, by keeping the noise to a minimum and making sure social gatherings don't go too late.
However, aside from the language beginning to creep in to the conversations, tonight I am grateful for happy laughter.
The happy laughter that rings out loud indicating that everyone is having a good time. The laughter that sounds like friendships are being cemented. The socially happy laughter that makes you wish that you were invited to the party.
People having a good time and being together. BE HAPPY ... that's what it's all about!
Nite all.
I'm lazy and selfish and spend too much time on the internet. I love to be creative with photography and jewellery and sketching with pencil and pastels. I'm happier now than I have ever been and I love everything about my life ... where I live, my home, my fantastic grown up children, my lifestyle, my friends, my dogs and last but not least my wonderful adoring husband. Life is good!
Nice to see you!
Three major events occurred for me last year (2010), all in the space of about 2 weeks. I turned 50. The following day I got married. Two weeks later, my oldest daughter became pregnant with her first child and my first grandchild.
Most middle-aged people will tell you that in their minds, they still feel 20 something. It's the same for me.
Wasn't it only yesterday that I was planning a night out with guys from the surf club? That gorgeous new perm. Flaired, cuffed denims and the red t-shirt with the off-the-shoulder frill. Corked platform wedgies. **sigh**
Suddenly I'm looking in the mirror and wondering how 30 years can flash by so damned quickly!
So here I am in cyberspace, sharing my genuine shock and horror with anyone who'll listen and maybe I'll even meet some other over 50s who find themselves in the same predicament!
Welcome to my dilemna!!
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