Birthday boy

My Rory is thirty today.  Hard to believe!  The rain lashed down at the top of the day so Beet, Cheryl and I decided not to go to Canterbury where we were having lunch, too early.  The train was packed coming down, no idea why and we found ourselves in a town that none of us knew having lunch in an Italian restaurant.  It was a lovely time, Rory, his Dad and Dad’s wife, half sister Nicola, Alice and her Mum, Beet, Ivy and Cheryl and Vik and I. Long drive home but posting early as I prepare to watch a bit of telly on this last night of the month.  One more month of real autumn to come.