An excuse for a family gathering to celebrate Joan’s birthday. The first gathering since Covid re-wrote the rules on travelling, meeting, hugging and kissing bit of a sixties song there, I’m thinking, and brother David and Liz would readily “Name that tune” I’m sure.
A luncheon was planned, Scampi and chips as requested by HRH (born the same year as the Queen, don’tcha know?), but presents, chatter and nostalgia filled the air, and food took second place, at least until the lemon posset with fruit accompaniments and cream appeared, curtesy of Liz (wonderful!).
More tales of yesteryear followed with suitable point scoring and childhood unfairnesses being aired by David and Sandie. Joan gave us several humorous renditions of coping with life in older age, including how to get into a slippery bed in a baby-doll nightdress.
Liz triumphed once again with her chocolate birthday cake (beautifully light and moist, just like Welsh rain which thankfully held off), and so regrettably adieus were exchanged and regulation selfies were taken
A lovely day, and thank you and Happy Birthday Joan for next year, we need another gathering!
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Nothing beats an early morning stroll around the garden. https://youtube.com/shorts/jE2BieGdtv4?si=k9thYfmJsd2nue3e
In the wild flower meadow nature has collapsed the daffodils overnight. Slowly, imperceptibly, the daffs…
A Sunday look at the (new) polytunnel. https://youtu.be/X6p4vtDWKS0?si=pYT71mJdimF9mMng
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