Despite the absence of three members (Tough Mudda called to end-of-year school performance duties, La Diplomat dealing with visiting relatives, and the Wine Writer undertaking experiments involving chicken houses, children's feet and lack of running water - yes, we were confused too) we still managed to put the world to rights and host some serious conversations that did not necessarily involve either a) food, or b) books.
Although of course it did not take long for us to partake in the former and discuss the latter.
And the Pimms was delicious too, especially on a hot summer evening in the Doctor of Psychology's leafy garden.
However, the most important item on the agenda was the upcoming nuptials of one of the Kevinettes: yes, Belfast Blonde is getting married next month and hence the bookclub momentarily transformed itself into an impromptu hen party.
All food or book related.
Helium (one) and LED versions (five, one of which then burst because, as the Lovely Radiographer scolded me, "You made it too big!" - first time for everything, I guess).
And a veil - complete with cutouts of wedding themed book title covers.
But the coup de grace was the pink sash.
Our lovely hen donned it with pride.
We all looked at it askance, tried to decipher the lettering, and then the Botanical Artist voiced what most of us were thinking.
"Who is Kevinshen?"
"Oh," replied the Lovely Radiographer, "They didn't do apostrophes!"
So there you go.
Kevinshen is getting married.
No apostrophes required because she is pure class and we love her.
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