Last Friday night was Fred's sister, Mary's 50th birthday, so she had a birthday bash. I was really looking forward to 'cos I love a good party (I take after my mother). It was in the games shed out the back, where we had the Christmas Eve do. We arrived about 7 and I asked Johnny, Mary's son, where his mother was.
"I dunno," he replied. "But she's got a big glass in her hand." Ok. I then asked Sylvia, the oldest sister, where Mary was.
"She's around somewhere. She's got a big glass in her hand." What's with this big glass, I thought? I then found Mary and here she is with the big glass.
Some of her gifts. Her children bought her a beautiful bronze statue of a horse and foal, which was inside. It was magnificent. Apparently Mary had seen it in a shop and fell in love with it, so the boys got it for her.