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The Icing on the Cake!
An Anniversary
‘Friends and wine…’ reads the message on the anniversary cake the five of us are about to cut, ‘… the older, the better!’.
 An unbelievable thirty years has passed since we first met as young mums-to-be at our antenatal class, but the friendship we discovered back then remains as strong as ever. My goodness, how these women have been there for me! We’re very different personalities who forged a common bond over the vexed question, ‘does yours do this?’ In the beginning, ‘does yours do this?’ applied to our new babies but has subsequently applied to toddlers, teenagers, husbands and, lately, body parts. Sigh. Many thanks Hazel, Julia, Rosemary and Ann for your love and support - and special thanks to Hazel for the amazing cake!

Here’s to the next thirty years!


A New Discovery
‘Fancy trying that new Persian restaurant?’ Tom asks Ma. Ma, who is up for anything new, readily agrees so we trot down the road from her house to Miniature in Epsom’s Upper High Street and have an absolutely delightful evening. The food’s delicious, the atmosphere’s calm and relaxing and our waiter, Navid, not only tells us about the dishes but explains some of the culture and history behind the cuisine too. Well worth trying if you’re in the area.

A successful evening!

A Meeting of Four Generations
I’ve been so looking forwards to seeing Ma meet her first great-grandchild and it’s a wonderful moment with each being fascinated by the other. Even the weather’s kind to us; warm and sunny so we can take plenty of photos to capture some memories we’ll always treasure.

Giving Ma the Beady Eye!
Four Generations

And Finally... where did that time go?



Comments

Angela Britnell said…
Thanks for sharing these lovely photos! Time seems to go faster these days. Angela Britnell
Angela Britnell said…
Thanks for sharing these lovely photos! Time seems to go faster these days. Angela Britnell
Frances said…
Chris, you've told a marvelous story with this post...beginning with the anniversary celebration and then...on to a lovely collecting of four generations of beautiful ladies.

Absolutely fantastic! Nice to see the photo of Tom, too. xo
Clare Chase said…
Lovely to see your pictures, Chris! How brilliant to have kept up with the people from your antenatal class all this time - sounds like a wonderful gang of friends to have. :-)
Chris Stovell said…
It really does, Angela - and you should know! Hope the latest commute between Nashville and Cornwall goes well.

Frances, thank you for indulging me - it's been quite a weekend so I just wanted to write about it. Cxx

Thank you, Clare - I did myself a really big favour attending, rather nervously, that antenatal class. Those women are very dear to me! x
Kathryn Freeman said…
What a wonderfully sentimental blog - and such happy photographs. Old friends, old and new family. All things to treasure. As for where the time went - yes, it's flying by far too quickly. Thought that when I waved my eldest off in his car for the first time. If I'm ever lucky enough to hold a grandchild - oh boy...!
Chris Stovell said…
Thanks so much, Kate... I got a bit carried away this week after an emotional and very happy weekend! Ooh, but waving young adults off in cars is a biggie too! Well done!
Kitty said…
A gorgeous, happy post. Just the antidote to this dull weather, thank you x
Chris Stovell said…
What a lovely thing to say, dear Kitty! Cx
Lins' lleisio said…
You reminded me that too many times in life we are too busy looking for what we think we want - we become blind to the fact that we already have all we need. Family, friends and love.
Chris Stovell said…
Ah, Lins, thank you - I feel the same when I see your photographs, especially when you're out and about enjoying this beautiful country we so lucky to live in. Family, friends and love indeed. Cx
Flowerpot said…
You must be incredibly proud, Chris - well done to your family! XX
What a great post and full of things to treasure.
Chris Stovell said…
Many thanks Sue and Elizabeth xx

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