i think we had this early yesterday, partly because many patients are going home for a few days next week, but more importantly because our main chef goes on holidays for two weeks. Oh dear.
it was a loud jolly affair. Staff – including nurses, aide soignants and the director himself sat at tables at one end. Many of the nurses were unrecognisable out of uniform: glamorous party clothes and hair let down. Virtually all the patients, including some in wheelchairs we had never seen before, were at the main tables. I was with Bernard but unfortunately we were opposite two young lads in wheelchairs who spent their time playing billiards on their phones or nip pli get out for another fag (or something else). Certainly they were not up to conversation.
Patients are all on medication and were limited to a couple of glasses of wine, plus champagne at the end. I spotted the odd bottle on the nurses’ tables. Certainly the level of gaiety increased as the meal progressed…..
Entertainment was karaoke. I groaned at the prospect but it was really quite good, with the music chosen more retrospective and tending towards Georges Brassens friends and ccontemporaries. Some contributionsere awful, but two or three were very good, including Raymond, the aide soignant who hums opera. The star of the show was my friend, Bernard (he of the nuclear power stations). Dressed on the vegged of vulgar he was a natural at the mike, sang really well and thanked the kitchen staff and servers with grace and authority as if he was the organiser. He told us at supper today that the director had come across to congratulate him. Attention, I said, you might be asked to come back next year.
i slept better than usual. Clearly champagne and codeine are a good mix.