It was almost a month after the P Party
The Playground had been dismantled, the string of Party lights taken down, the Pogo stick brought inside and the REAL Pony hired for Pony rides had been returned despite wails of protest from Sprite.
One evening I found two elderly gentlemen and a young lady wandering in the garden.
“We were just enjoying Peripatetic Perambulations around your Pleasant Property with Pauses for Pondering Philosophical Problems. We are here in response to your kind invitation to the P Party”
One of the elderly gentlemen pulled a pile of papers from his pocket and began to unfold them and tried to smooth out the creases.
“There’s yours, Patrick!” he said and handed over an invitation addressed to
The rest of his papers fluttered to the ground and the young lady and I bent to pick them up for him. I picked up an invitation addressed to ‘Physicist’.
“I guess this is your invitation,” I said.
“No, that’s my invitation” said the young lady. “I’m Paula the Physicist. This is Pa Peter, my Paternal grandfather, he is a Professor and a Poet of Prominence”
“I do have an invitation to ‘Professor’ and I will be Presenting a Paper and hosting a Poets’ Corner at this Prestigious P Party. It must be in with those papers somewhere” he said. I could see he was becoming rather agitated.
“Here’s your invitation Pa” said Paula
She read the invitation as she handed it over. Obviously it was the first time she had seen it. “Oh dear, we seem to have come on the wrong day! I’m sorry about that!”
“Pa is a bit vague at times – a bit Push on the Pull door of the Gifted Institute if you know what I mean” she said
“Don’t worry”, I said “Come in and meet Sprite”
“I have a Pterodactyl poster for her” said the Palaeontologist.