Normally I never edit a piece once its added to my memoirs, but a colleague of mine left a comment re the post of the ball which astounded me as I didnt kmow they were a reader. I was told I didnt give it enough umpffff.
So in their words with a little flavour of my own.... Imagine a two storey marquee somewhere in a park in London. A place you have visited often but never knew this place even existed. Imagine an enchanted entranceway where snow fell on pine and christmas trees. Imagine Austin Martins hanging there in the entranceway getting slowly covered in the snow.
Imagine a black ceiling dotten with a million small lights. Imagine over 200 tables laid with decorations, shimmering silverwear, glasses and laiden with wine and roles and ready for a sumptious four course meal.
Imagine 2000 people packed into the space of 3 bars, one dance floor and the noise that 2000 people bring. Packed full of festive joy, thanks and praise as are all due at these annual celebrations. Imagine being greated by persons whom you have not seen for some 9 months who's name you have spent a frantic moment trying to remember and to be greated by these same faces with such love and affection telling us how much they appreciated our help and how we changed their lives. Such is the effect of this job when touching on others lives. Such was this night. But imagine it no more for it was real.
My who hearted thanks to my editor for reminding me of things I missed in my previous writings and a huge Merry Christmas to one and all at this magical time of year. Merry Christmas!
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