I've made mention before that Mrs The MIllbrooker and I have been extraordinarily lucky; washing up in Millbrook (as everybody does, eventually, of course) with genuinely good neighbours on either side of us.
Last night neighbour number one (or number two depending on which side you're viewing from and whether you count from the left or from the right), whom the world knows as Gay, held a bit of a bash at which all three of her grown up offspring played host alongside their ebullient mum. Andre, Michel and Corinne (apologies for any spelling errors) travelled from their far flung abodes in assorted parts of Europe with tales of foreign lands and many a "hail-fellow-well-met" to their old school chums of yore who had been invited by Gay to party at her pad.
Cornish weather being what it is, the food was an indoor affair, but none the less tasty for that; Michel's souvlaki should be legendary if it isn't already. We began with nibbles in the parlour. This is Paul and Sylvia with yours truly in the act of getting the chat going.
Dave Mashford toted his accordion up the Kilimanjaro-like slopes behind Gay's abode and something of a sing-song ensued.
Many thanks to Gay for inviting us; to Andre, Michele and Corinne for making us very welcome and for cooking up some delicious munchables and to Dave for the accordion playing and hard work during the preparations that I know he helped with.
It only remains for me to award, as is traditional, the Unflattering Photo of the Evening Award to Liability; well done, Liability, a tremendous effort.