The Purple People Eater

My friend, Zippy, came for the weekend.  We took a teatime walk down the town for our tea.  We went to The Greyhound, a great pub which does fab food.   We got home fairly early, opened a bottle of wine (or two) and stayed up later than necessary. 

I received a call from my friend to say that her niece, a beautiful girl I've known since she was a baby and her husband, who happens to be an old friend's son, are having a baby, against some stiff odds.  Fabulous news.