Kate is a chicken still, as the photos show.
Actually the photos don't show much as the camera doesn't
have a flash -forgotten that doesn't work.
Stan, Mark, Debs and Eddie playedthe blues with Kate.
Ezra, Kate and Marks son and heir, managed to damage his knee
quite radically and Mark whisked him off to hospital. Hope that
was dealt with well - I'd gone home before they returned.
Simon seamlessly and very ably took Marks place at the
keyboard.
I took pix of all our friends and the only one that isn't a black
patch or a blurred shape is this of Garth.
Great evening, lovely music of course but also great nosh and
such very divine conviviality...heres to your next 50, Kate
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