My Dad's 75th

Yesterday was my Dad's 75th birthday party, and he held a birthday lunch for family and friends at The Albert on Victoria Street in London. We had a very fine lunch, with either roast beef, turkey or pork to choose from, plus all the trimmings. As you can see from the pictures, Dad received not one but two very chocolatey cakes.

I was starting to panic that I might have to do a toast, and was frantically asking my family near me for good jokes for such an occasion - all I got was one about poor Steve Irwin from my nephew, Chris, which didn't quite seem to fit the bill. Happily for me, one of Dad's colleagues took it upon himself to do the toast so I was off the hook.

I'd just like to take this opportunity to apologise to Aunt Ruth, who was arriving at Paddington where I was supposed to meet her, but unfortunately I was late. After much wandering around the station, and phone calls to my Dad, I eventually got the message that she'd decided to make her own way to the pub. So I did the same - and then by chance met her on the bus! This seemed like not a bad result, only then we failed to get off at the appropriate stop, and ended up having to get another one back. Navigation has never been my strong point. Sorry Auntie. (I might add that she was very forgiving and wasn't in the least bit cross with me.)