125/365

A massive roast meal, good wine, homemade muffins, a friend who'd returned from a far and distant land, sidesplitting laughter, an evening to go down in the history books of fun evenings, (really someone should start writing that history). I think made all the sweeter by the knowledge that Liz will be heading back in a weeks time. Evenings like this are for holding onto, to feed on in future times.