Dorothy and Betty have seen life, each has run, skipped and now sedately walk this earth for more than seven decades and they have a lot to tell. So the very least I could do is give them a good listening to.
We met up today to eat cake, it was tough, but someone’s got to do it. It was in a good cause, as cake was scoffed all over the country to make the world’s biggest coffee morning in aid of the Macmillan cancer charity. I did my bit by having two massive slices of lemon polenta cake. Dorothy had a wedge of Victoria sandwich while Betty confessed she was partial to a jam tart. Or two.
I got to know them through the Knit Wits at Calverley Library. It’s a group of – ahem – mainly older ladies with a couple of younger hangers-on like me. They meet, get their knitting out and talk until all the donkeys in a five-mile radius limp. The pair of them always have tales to tell and pithy comments on the state of the world, along with suggestions about how it can be improved. I feel humbled in their company, they have seen so much life and have such a richness of experience. In fact, I’m usually lost for words, so I just get on with my knitting!