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Today we were invited for a meal courtesy of the parents of our friend H, to celebrate her 30th birthday (yes, again). Halfway through the stickytoffepud she told us that 2 days ago she was over the moon when a checkout girl asked her for ID to buy a bottle of wine.

Blipped this pic of the wickerybrown tablemat, in-between courses with the taste of oven-baked Bodfari trout still fresh on the tastebuds.