Happy Day

My best friend from Grammar School days visited to celebrate my birthday. When we were twelve we were sat next to each other strictly in alphabetical order (would a teacher get away with that today I wonder?). Anyway we have remained close ever since despite her home being in USA.
We spent the whole day gassing, eating and much drinking. The conversation ranged from nostalgia to Trump and then Trump again and then back to Trump until we finally trumped him!
Fuzzy photo courtesy of an american unsteady hand after the bottles had run dry.
Lovely memorable day - wishing myself many more.