Meal at a lovely little local pub. 12 of us. The bit I hate about so many people coming out to celebrate is that if you are unlucky enough to be on the end of the table you don't get to talk to everyone. We were on the end, always feels like we haven't made the effort we should have.
D was spoilt, money for New York (so jealous of that one), bottles of this, that and the other, wallet, CD, new coat, i-tunes voucher, cakes, and his favourite present.............
An original Wendy Hall portrait,
Our Anni. We are lucky. And I'm not yet 40!!!!!!