Part Time

End of the evening of a great party for my mums eightieth, We went to a pub/restaurant called the Rubbing House which sits on Epsom Downs racecourse just down from the finishing post.

This is the moment when the required cake was presented to mum along with a rousing rendition of happy birthday from the whole family and friends plus the restaurant staff. Good food, the best company and an absolute joy for me to be with all my family again and some of my mums friends whom I have known for years.

This is my mum with my younger brother and sister on the left and yes the rather stupid looking bald fat guy on the right is me.