Lunch

It's some years now since our Italian class disbanded. First the local authority stopped the classes so some of us found a private teacher to come, then when she left to have a baby we struggled on for a couple of years, working together, but in the end, one by one, people dropped out till it died the death. However every summer a few of us try to get together. Today a few came to my house for a little lunch. Some of it is blipped. Mr C is manfully tackling our leftovers.

Good news is that he passed his camper van medical. (DVLA revokes that part of the driving licence at age 70). I don't think the £100 he passed to the GP was the bribe.