Celebration

A belated birthday tea, as this has been the first time since my birthday that both the nippers and myself have been around on a Sunday evening. And not long afterwards the boy was legging it to the megabus for the trip south and a week in Marrakech. And before he returns the daughter will be off for six months in London town.
So maybe the last for a while. With that in mind, I was careful not to stint on the prosecco. Or raspberries. Or even cake. Though I was quite miserly with the candles.