Sixty years

My parents were married on October the 5th in 1963, so this is not precisely their sixtieth anniversary, but it was closest date on which I could get most of the kids together to celebrate.

The Minx and I took the train down, this morning, while Abi, Hannah, and Charlie all came down last night and stayed with friends. Dan, of course, is now a Londoner.

We rendezvous'd with my folks, plus my brother, his wife, and my niece at the Union Jack Club, just opposite Waterloo East for a most enjoyable lunch, with protracted desserts and coffees.

My picture is of my folks opening their present from the kids whilst Abi and Charlie look on.