Tempus Fugit

I had been invited to Sunday lunch by Dad earlier in the week, "Why don't you join us?" he asked, "We're having roast leg of lamb." That sounded delicious but I wasn't certain what our plans were so had to ask if I could get back to him.
Last night I did saying that I would be delighted to join them only to find that chicken would be the order of the day as the temptation had proved too much for them and Maundy Thursday's dinner had put paid to any ideas of lamb on Sunday. So chicken it was and mighty fine too, dad had once again cooked a marvelous dinner and I enjoyed every bit.
I had supplied some wine and a bread sauce mix, for I love bread sauce. We quaffed and ate whilst talking on a seemingly endless range of subjects. We had started talking about Nan in the main which had put a smile on all our faces; she was such a wonderful lady with a wicked sense of humour. Memories of our times in Ireland surfaced as is often the case when the conversation revolves around her, it was obviously a place where mum and Big Ted were very happy as kids and I always enjoyed my trips there too.
When I look back at conversations it is often difficult to remember how subjects changed within them. We had sat for hours around the table covering politics, history, family and language; we even hit on blogging at one point. This diverse mix of content seems strange now looking back on the evening but when you are happy amongst those around you the conversation flows without need for pause or explanation.
When I looked at the clock I couldn't believe the time, it had only seemed like 2 maybe 3 hours had gone at best. I suppose the age old saying rings true,

"Time flies when you're having fun!"