It's a miracle – must be the first Swighty birthday BBQ in years when it's not rained and the sun has shown its face.
One delighted Scrumpy, poling up and down the garden in chase of a manky tennis ball for hours on end. Mr H happy making hundreds of sausages. various hockey bods out in force. Yet still a mystery as to who bought the casserole chicken with potatoes to go on the BBQ…
Left with the football at 2-2 between Chelsea and Spurs, before any rival blood was spilled. A top afternoon – here are some of the ugly mugs, my tennis ball head included, as we headed off…