Apologies if you were amongst the chosen few who received a text message from me late on Saturday night about my outing to a South London Hawian club.
By this point several glasses of wine and rather too many slippery nipples had been consumed.
All by way of celebrating London C's birthday.

Sunday was more genteel. Lunch hosted by M and A. With just a little more wine.
Thank goodness for public transport.

Not being much of a drinker does have some advantages.
In that on those occasions one does partake in an alcoholic beverage or two, it feels like something of an event.