Sunday, 8 November 2009
Sixty for a year
As well as a pig roasting outside, Kev's Aunty Rita had a magican entertaining at her 60th down in south London. Georgia and Paul were learning to spin plates while guests arrive and wonder what on earth we're doing.
For the record, instead of getting frustrated with it I decided not even to try. Kev on the other hand nailed it, eventually.
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