Twentieth century babies

A rare evening out with all of my twentieth century babies. 

It doesn't seem like twenty years ago that it was just the five of us at the rented house in Beetham, walking up to the fairy steps on a Sunday afternoon, going to Booths in Carnforth on a Saturday morning, taking two hours to get everyone into bed by the time we'd had all of them in the bath at once and then done four separate bedtime stories. 

And now look at them. All amazing. And sweary and funny and sharp as anything, and these days I feel like the one who's being indulged on a night out with them. 

This afternoon, I met Izzy and Milly and Hannah in the Anthologist for a couple of drinks before we took the tram to Chorlton to meet up with Charlie and the Minx for a meal at 00 Pizza.

Lord, it was a wonderful evening. I love watching them all together, fighting for airtime, making one another laugh, having battles that last for less than five seconds, and putting the world to rights. I love these guys more than you can imagine.

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Reading: 'The Quantum Astrologer's Handbook' by Michael Brooks