The exciting night out

Last night I went on a visit based on an invitation that impudently I pre-empted.
It was a hard raining night very, and I couldn't precisely remember the house, so I tramped up and down in the rain, testing the new waterproofing on my bush hat (works) and the water repellent properties of my brand new Craghopper jacket with fleece lining (impeccable).
I found the place at last - I had been standing outside already twice, but both road facing windows showed a vista of a sparking and glittering kitchen occupying a volume whose existence, at least as a continuous entity, postdates the time of my previous visit.
I actually went up the path as far as the door, to see if that silly notice was still there (he used to have freeman sort of notice charging people for wasting his time, aimed at the council and the many faces of officialdom) but the notice was consipicious only by its abence so I backed away.
Eventually the fellow came into view in the shining space and I waved or whistled and the job was done.

It wasn't going to be just the two or three of us, counting his wife (missing on on the evening in question due to having had the good sense to attend more of a womanly kind of thing while we had our men's night), I now realised, because already comfortably accommodated were two other fellows, both of whom I know, but not very well.

The night - and it was a good one - consisted of chatting, playing some instruments, singing, and chatting again. One man tried to convince me something funny about the Bible, but I didn't buy it for a moment, and another man offered me a room in his house, which I think was very generous since he hardly even knows me. I told him that, in the circumstances, he was either exceptionally altruistic and generous, or unusually thick, depending on one's perspective, but I suppose it might be a mixture of the two.
Who can say? Maybe he didn't mean it, but he did say it, so I suppose he might have been prepared to  put up with me. Maybe I should take him up on it, since I am about to be evicted (which is why he so kindly offered).

Yours truly
Caveman Prod