KING'S CROSS STATION

As I headed home after spending the afternoon in London with my sisters and one of my lovely nieces. We had an enormous meal in our late Dad's favourite restaurant (where the proprietor told us he remembered Dad, but none of us quite believed him) and said goodbye to our youngest sister who goes back to Texas on Tuesday. Most uncharacteristically we managed not to cry, but only because she's coming back in June. Hooray!