The girl with the pearl earring

It's difficult to express how you feel when you loose something special from someone you love. Today it was one of my pearl earrings, probably lost on the train. You know you care when you're crawling on the floor of a Thursday night London East Coast service looking for a needle in an alcohol smelling, messy haystack. Gutted.

Family in good spirits, Peter, Pat, Birthday boy Kev and Liam were over.