So there was a bit of a crowd. I headed through them over to the kitchen order counter to request two coffees. My daughter soon joined me there, urgently pointing out in a low voice that my skirt was tucked up behind. I had been to the ladies, chuckle. The lass in the kitchen enquired if everything was alright, I told her, and she laughed.
The vase below was a gift on the day.
We went home and consumed cake. I had bought hubby some brie cheese, water crackers, and cider, and daughter had crisps. I had originally intended to take the cake, a "white mud", shop bought one, to the pub. I tried decorating it with red icing writing, which turned out looking like Halloween!!! Home is where the dessert is. I did NOT take a photo.