And what’s an Enid Blyton picnic without a tree house? We were perched atop the tree house right after entering the premises of this place, and we all said our passwords religiously, and K was denied entry, because we asked, “What’s the password?” and K was left mute… possibly for the first time in K’s life. Of course, then we HAD to supply with hints, but it took a good five minutes for her to figure it out. K did stand in the rungs of the ladder and contemplated while we laughed our respective heads off at each of the failed attempts.
To begin, we had sat down a few days ago, and among gales of laughter, perused through K’s collection of Enid Blytons, and read through them to make a list of food suitable for the picnic. Only what was mentioned in the books were written down. We did falter later, but well… who doesn’t? Our list was extensive and of course, C had to read out suggestive things from the book and make them sound obnoxiously sleazy while she was at it. I never knew First Year at Mallory Towers could sound like that!
However, soon enough, we got the list down in a mail. Which is as follows:
|School of Fish.|
|K’s Plate with some of the menu – Sausages, Roast Chicken Sandwich, Shredded bacon and ham, lettuce, Salami. Mustard and Sriracha on the side.|