Twenty One

Has that been seven thousand six hundred and sixty five days already?

Can't believe that the woman I'm married to is even old enough to have a daughter that's twenty one years old. Me? Yeah, I well look like I could.

A fine evening with friends and family at a country restaurant, eating and drinking and being merry, followed by some more eating and drinking and chatting into the wee small hours. Followed by some groggy heads in the morning...

Our little Princess has certainly moved on from having the uncanny ability to wear more of her food than eat when dining out. Managed the wine glass especially well. Watched her, proud as punch, from the other end of the table being charming and chatty (and not dribbling any of her mushroom stroganoff down her front), whilst sneaking this shot in in amongst some more formal ones later on. Liked her smiling eyes in this.

Happy 21st Hez. X

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