It is all a little bizarre. I am writing this blog from the Netherlands. Yet only two nights ago we were celebrating Donna's Hen Night in Tring, above London, in the North West, just off the M1.
It was a lovely evening, which we all enjoyed, with much laughter, and no crass behaviour, such as getting drunk, or silly behaviour focussed on embarrassing everyone concerned, which seems to be often the case these days. Especially if people travel to areas in Spain or to Amsterdam. Donna's Hen Night was very tasteful.
In order to contribute to forfeits, I researched Hen Nights on the internet, and the suggestions were very bizarre, to see the least. Why? It appears that to go somewhere, such as Spain, and then make a total fool of yourself, in a sexual way, is a preliminary requisite to a successful marriage. Quite unbelievable.
Anyway, back to Donna's Hen Night.
I first collected Kylie from Southend Airport on Friday evening, in order to meet Donna and Emma in Lakeside. The aim was for me to buy my 'mother of the bride' outfit. And we did this, but found it difficult to buy silver sandals for an older lady with large feet. I could be shoeless at this wedding.
Then on Saturday morning, after a leisurely breakfast and coffee, plus a nail painting session, we drove to Tring, an hour and a half away.
And after lunch at a town close by Tring, and a look around Donna's future home town of Tring, we headed off to a church hall for a two hour dance session. Such a relaxing activity, and needed by all the people who had to travel from the other side of London. We all then changed into our party gear at the church hall. This was like being a teenager again.
A chance to take a photograph of Emma, Kylie and Donna in their finery, outside the church hall. All dressed up for the evening ahead.
And finally we all sat down at the Akeman Pub in Tring for our dinner. Very good food and wine. And lots of laughs. Emma had organised some very funny games, which were hilarious but not too embarrassing.
We all bought a present for Donna, cost £5 maximum. And each present represented a letter of the alphabet, the total word meant something to Donna. Actually it was a private name that Patrick used for Donna. Very funny, but I cannot repeat it here.
We also put something out of our handbags into a bag, and Donna had to guess who the article belonged too. There were lots of powder compact cases. I did not know they still existed.
And finally off to the bar for the rest of the evening. No dancing unfortunately, but then we were all a little tired after the 2 hour dance session in the afternoon. But more funny games, the best being when each person had to guess who they were, according to the label on their back. Why did I get Dame Edna Everage? That was embarrassing. And for Kylie, getting her face covered in lipstick because Donna could not find out where Kylie's lips were, due to being blindfolded, and being purposely bumped by Emma. My camera was out of action unfortunately. Kylie looked quite a trick.
And off back to Patrick's flat where we finally collapsed into bed at about 2 a.m.
And Donna's word for the evening. Every time she said 'Patrick' she had a forfeit, mostly relatively tame. Thank goodness, thought Donna. It was very difficult not to say 'Patrick' often. After all he is her husband to be.
And we were all very proud of Emma, who was very organised and kept the evening going brilliantly. And her excellent teaching skills certainly ensured a successful evening.
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