Chewed Toggles

This week Edward suffered a, shall we say, milestone birthday. What with the brown 1970s anorak, you needn't be a time detective to work out which one. This look of abject terror on his face always makes me smile, though I'm glad there's no lingering phobia... he draws all the animals!

Age anxiety aside, we had a good night's eating, killing brain-cells and dancing. Thanks to Hannah, the hard-disc jockey; so many good tracks, shame I can only remember the first and last.

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