Oh, wine

This evening my mother (the beautiful lady on the left) and her lovely friend Dawn and I all went out for dinner in my village.
Food was awesome - I think. Wine was plentiful. Conversation was much needed.

My mother then dragged us along for a drink or two with my father in the local rugby club. A place I have hated since the days my younger brother played youth rugby and I spent Sunday afternoons sat in a corner whilst everyone around me got drunk. Memories.