Ladies in Red

Right, let's try and get this sorted. I'm going to see if I can re-post the post I posted previously and then deleted as Blogger sent it down the page. (Jon, sorry, I had to delete your comment too, but I'll just say that you should be glad that your parents only went to London without telling you, and didn't move house without telling you their new address - as happened to a husband I know well.)

So on Sunday we went to London. In a limo. For a lunchtime jazz river cruise.

Eight of us travelled up for Wendy's birthday party and it worked out almost as cheap, and infinitely more convenient, to go by limo than by train. Some of us were slightly anxious that it was going to be a totally-tacky pink limo but it was a tasteful black, with tinted windows so no-one could see us inside. Which was probably just as well as it came with four bottles of champagne (and two tee-totallers).
Wendy requested that everyone wear something red so we could paint the town. Here are Wendy, Carol and Janet doing just that.

We had a great day, and much appreciated the invitation.