Today my baby came home

OK, so I'm 60 this week. So what? My daughter Sarah and her husband invited us to afternoon tea at their place, followed by dinner. We duly arrived at 1500 hours and were served tea in china cups with one's little finger pointing out, various sweetmeats including the proverbial Mr Kipling's exceedingly good Cherry Bakewell tarts. And then the door opens and in walks Kate. Kate, who is meant to be flying Sky-West airplanes in Brisbane. Kate, who is supposed to be refused leave because she hasn't been working there for long enough. If you do not believe this, I admit far fetched story, check out her blog.