Cutting the Cake

Rain, rain, go away,
Come again another day.
Another day and yet more rain, almost, but not quite, scuppering a healthy walk for Sunday lunch to my brother and sister-in-law's house for a continuation of the anniversary jollifications.

No sooner had we tucked into a healthy selection of salads than the brief clearing of the skies came to an abrupt halt and the heavens opened. Rain of biblical proportions drummed down until the driveway was a small stream and we knew for certain there would be no strolling round the garden in summer sunshine.

Considering there were 14 adults, 8 children and one dog squeezed into the house on a wet Sunday afternoon, everyone found their niche with room for the generations and different genders to have their own space.
There was a room of men, a room of ladies and a room of children. Occasionally a brave man would attempt to introduce himself into the ladies circle only to discover that it was a mistake and back off quickly.

The cake was finally cut without a speech from my brother but with a blip from me for the occasion.
The extras indicate what was the preferred choice of preprandial drink for the ladies and what might have been in the garden had the weather played the party game