...birthday last weekend. It was satisfyingly flower filled. Above for the garden, below for the house.
Tea and cake on Friday after work and dinner on Saturday night. This was the table before dinner. The after dinner table was a slightly more bottle strewn, messy affair. It was a balmy evening and it ended with us all in the garden singing cheesy songs accompanied by Felix and Monsieur le P on guitar. Badly. The singing, not the guitaring. Sunday was a write off.