I’ve spent the day so far in the ‘recovery position’, owing to last night’s festivities.

On the sofa, under a blanket, watching The Simpsons and snoozing. My 47 year old body just can’t handle it anymore. Time to avoid prosecco for a while…

On a much more positive note, everyone seems to have enjoyed themselves and we have some delicious leftovers for dinner this evening. As predicted, I failed to take any photos, but I do have some lovely memories of the evening.

The prosecco didn’t erase them all…