Surrounded by fifteen family and friends, seven of whom had flown in from the UK, Saturday night's party was a great laugh. Prompted by Jan, who has always wanted one, my daughter Cara bought me a karaoke machine for my birthday. After a huge Italian feast, 15 of us murdered songs from the 70's, 80's and 90's. It was so funny and even the shy retiring types (not that there are many of them amongst that lot) felt comfortable enough to strut their stuff. Everybody had a go, even William, who doesn't speak any English. Hats off to all concerned and sincere apologies to all the composers.
Last night we all decamped to the local restaurant for dinner. The pictures above tell the story. From top to bottom: Jan, whose top wasn't even cut straight and I, AJ and my daughter Cara doing her Nigella Lawson impression, AJ doing what he always does best, son James pretending to sing an operatic aria to the tune of 'Yesterday', William and I, last night at the restaurant, AJ and the lovely Holly and Jan and her old friend Jill.
After a midday trip to the airport, it was back to base to continue pampering the remaining guests and slowly collapse.
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