Happy Birthday

K's birthday, a lovely lunch party the day after she flew in from Oz, a table for eight (second time in three days) at the very very nice Bingham Hotel in Richmond.

The morning had been very relaxed, with birthday breakfast around the coffee table, although I threw a glass of apple juice over TSM; she got changed, pulled out a stool, and sat in a misplaced dish of cat food. What larks.

The meal itself was very good, particularly the peanut butter ice cream. We had a room overlooking the river and even persuaded the sun to flirt with us from behind the clouds at one point.

The sisters hit the Richmond shops, the rest of us headed home. I love the dreamy feel of a slightly boozy lunch with good food and good company. Cheese and biscuits and an early night tonight.