All My Friends

Well, not quite all. About a month ago we had one of our irregular reunions and, amazingly, had managed to agree to meet up again tonight. Naturally, by the time we got to tonight, half our number had dropped out for a variety of reasons, so it was down to just us few stalwarts.
Most of the day had been spent booking things - a hotel and a show to finish off our upcoming holiday in style, a film for Mrs C tonight so she has something to do whilst I’m “out with the lads”, 2 group outings to the theatre in October and a concert in December. A few tussles with recalcitrant technology along the way - mostly to do with long forgotten passwords - but all was successfully booked in the end, as the state of my credit card will testify!
So it was a relief just to be able to sit around with old friends, talking rubbish over a few beers tonight. Not sure when the next one will be if everybody else’s diaries are as packed as mine. And I used to worry about what I’d do with my time when I retired!
P.S. apologies for the quality of the photo - I’d had a couple by the time I remembered I needed one!