The Tables have turned

This morning I am writing about a topic perhaps many have though, “I always wondered about that.”  But in all probability that is not the case.
Tables.  Ok it is probably not riveting stuff.  Unless of course it is one of them more expensive type tables that are riveted together.  We have some of those – I think.  I know they are screwed together, but those are inside.
The ones I am thinking about are they reusable type ones.  We have four of them.  One I avoid.  It all needs to be screwed together.  Great table but when I want one to use straight away, I am disinclined to want to take time putting it together.
We have a couple of table tennis tables inside.  They tend not to be used for table tennis these days.  They are large and we put a cloth on them and use them to sit around with plates and jugs of water and tissues and salt and pepper and other things on them.
I first became mates with someone because of a table.  A place where we used to play table tennis needed to be reassembled as a class room after we had used it.  I was helping reassemble the place when I said “arr the tables have turned.”  That got the attention of a guy I became mates with who I reckon was one of the funniest people I have met.
He came to my 60th birthday party and I had written that the party would start at a certain time and go late.  He asked that, as I was getting older did that mean like it would go to about 8.15.  He was also the one that ended up at uni.  He said, “I’m at uni now, studying statistics.  What are the chances?”
The tables I like to use are ones that can be put up in an instant.  I tend to use them for sorting stuff on.  They are definitely useful for a little while and then go away again.
I like to make it as though I was never there.  So after sorting stuff, I put all away having made it a part of the time I allocated to the task.  Like everything I put them in their own spot.  I attempt to avoid the question, “do you know where such and such is?” because it always returns to the spot.
It is a matter of keeping my sanity.  Sometimes it works.