This June I turned 48, a brilliant age I think.  (I think all ages are brilliant) I was snowed under with work, so although hubby barely saw anything of me, he came down and shopped, cleaned and cooked and at just gone six, the computer went off and our celebrations began.  Hubby had cooked a lovely roast dinner, the champagne was nicely chilled and London being just a little bit warmer than Warwickshire we sat in the garden enjoying the evening sun.

A birthday portrait,  ‘having a little fun’