The Three Musketeers on Father's Day

I'd been instructed to meet my children on the steps of Christ's Church Spitalfields at 4.30.
I was there on the dot, waggy tailed and intrigued...but the three Musketeers were already there...this hardly ever happens and was unnerving, but before I had time to think, I'd been warmly met and hustled round the corner to one of my favourite places, St John, for Father's Day tea.
Wonderful.
We shared sprats and snails and Welsh rarebit, then milk pudding and treacle tart... all washed down with lashings of cider. The Chef, spotting Tilly, middle daughter's puppy, even brought her a marrow bone to chew under the table - delight all round.

We all had the best of times and I was sorry to leave them in a flurry of hugs and kisses.
Now, back home I feel buoyant, loved-up and thankful to the universe for all our good fortune.