63 years

Pat and Maureen's 63rd anniversary. Lorraine had booked a table at the Cleveland Arms nearby, and we walked there, Maureen scooting along briskly on her wheels. Beers and food brought to the table, which is slower, but means people don't mill about in the pub.

We were joined there by Beth and her new friend James, who exhibits a kindness and sensitivity I  really like. Food actually really good there, most of us had roasts which one some kind of small food award recently. We renewed our friendship with the Harveys brewery via the medium of pints of Harvey's best. A cheery meal.

Spoke to Mum and Anton. Anton worn out after working on his house, and also being back at work.

A small poem of mine came out here in London Grip several of my pals are also included.