You know when you mishear something?
Well, I was at my upholstery class and we were chatting in a Sussex Housewife sort of a way when I mentioned that I was thinking of having a poker party on Christmas Eve.
Someone said, ‘Blimey that’s rather retro and risqué ‘
‘Not unless it is the strip version,’ I said.
‘Well, there’s not much to strip,’ she said.
‘What?’ I said.
‘You’d just unwind it,’ she said.
‘Unwind what?’ I said.
‘Well the sheet, the tablecloth, whatever,’ she said.
‘What??’ I said.
‘The toga,’ she said.
Now I had not thought about a toga party for a long time – and it did bring back a range of memories…..
Two days later, I was in a charity shop as is my wont, and I was looking for a pair of curtains (unsuccessfully as it turns out, but charity shopping is always a lottery.)
Another woman was also rootling around looking at a large white sheet/tablecloth/duvet cover and we got chatting.
‘I’m going to a toga party,’ she said.
‘Really?’ I said.
‘Yes,’ she said, ‘ We do it every Christmas Eve.’