The price of friendship .

I had a nice lunch and stroll with my wrist friends out in the Ribble Valley.
As we all agree our friendship is worth the cost of a broken wrist . I think I’ve mentioned previously that we meet on a hospital ward when we had our broken wrists wired up under anaesthetic. We have met up regularly ever since.
In other news , we had the delight of Arthur and our daughter Jess at the breakfast table.
Hope you all have hoppy weekends .