Dozybean and EarMatt invited us around for lunch on the terrace overlooking the lawns at their des res in Plymouth. I was very late indeed because I had an unbelievably long meeting with First Great Western's local management team with my union hat on. EarMatt, though, valiantly fought off the predatory hordes of my wife and step-daughter (separate people, this is not the deep south of America) and thereby ensured there was something left to eat when I finally arrived.
Dozybean had been taken out girly-shopping by her Mum and gave us a fashion parade whilst fervently sucking in her rapidly expanding waistline. I do have a photo of Dozybean looking resplendent in a new bright white frock, but I thought the new shoes might arouse more envy in certain quarters (no names, no pack drill - but we all know who Auntie Sharon is):

Chin-chin.
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