Fair Weather and Friends

An excellent weekend celebrating H's birthday. I think some of the allusions in my eulogy, The Story of H, went begging. Camped in June and Alwen's garden after Saturday's excellent barbecue. Uncle Philth woke us with coffee and bacon and egg butties. The man has a constitution of iron. Sunday I collected Pipyoolike and we hied ourselves chez P & H to recover. Gregs turned up briefly in between supplementary naps.
Some recovery! Salad, Pizza, Olives, strawberries, seven bottles of wine and much Guinness later everyone was well and truly squiffy. The Pipyoolike went home with the most monumental hiccoughs. Max and I had a great time. Life is great thanks to our friends.