"Grandfathers Lunch" drabbles by Neville Hunt

The numbers game

Grandfathers Lunch #2

It was a masterpiece of organisation. There were so many of us there that we took over most of the restaurant. Doctors, dentists, lawyers, accountants... and me.

All the time I was expecting to be ejected on account of my extreme youth, but I obviously dodged that particular bullet. Rather a lot of beer and wine was consumed, but we had to save a drop for the toast.

The organiser had done a tally of the total number of grandchildren for whom the group was responsible. Last year 99, this year 166.

Bloody hell... who says Britain's productivity is down?

Feeling youthless

Grandfathers Lunch #1

Annual lunch with the lads. I knew lots of them, but the others were mates of mates. The venue had been fixed well in advance; the turnout was very good. Lots of bonhomie and laughter was in prospect. I was really looking forward to it.

I arrived at the restaurant in the busy city centre, having taken the bus in case I had a few too many sherbets over lunch. With a spring in my step, as befits a sprightly 18 year old, I joined the gang.

I realised I had the wrong place. It was full of old men!