I went up north for my Uncle Jimmy’s 86th birthday on 3 September. Here are three of the ‘golden oldies’ enjoying a wee sherry.
Here's tae ye, Jimmy
And here’s a shot of the birtdhay lunch.
And note the favourite cardi makes an appearance
I went with a bit of a sore throat and came back with the worst head cold ever! I couldn’t speak at all for days and now have what could be described as a deep, husky voice. Not good for the classroom next Tuesday when I have 6 hours teaching, so I’m doped up on everything I can think of. Still I’m definitely on the mend.