I was invited to a coffee morning at St Peters Church in Chertsey by my friends Alex and Sheila a couple of years ago.
This was the first time for me, so I was looking forward to meeting a couple of old friends who go there every week, none of us are normal church goers but it was a nice thing for the church to do for the local pensioners.
All of us had worked in the local factories and were all a bit deaf from the riveting and general noise that you always have in those places.
I was sitting opposite Alex and next to him was Dennis, who was very deaf, he was in a long conversation with Patrick, who was also very deaf.
Alex and I were listening to this with increased anxiety as they were talking about totally different subjects.
Neither of us wanted to embarrass them by pointing this out, so we just let them carry on, at the same time trying not to catch the others eye, as the conversation was getting deeper and deeper out of control and I know Alex would start giggling.
It went something like this.
“ What do you get up to these days Pat”?
“Most days about six, but we have a rest on Sunday”.
“That’s alright for you young ones, we stopped all that sort of stuff years ago”.
“On holiday though, we rise early every day”.
“No wonder Angie always looks so happy, don’t tell Judy otherwise she will get me down the doctors tomorrow”.
“My old Rover keeps me busy as well, I’ve spent nearly a week fitting new brake pads”.
“ I know that can be very painful for them, what sort of dog is it”.
Alex suddenly stood up and said, ”I need the loo”
I quickly followed him.