Anyway, that all went fairly well, though it was sweltering inside the church. I wondered if I recognised the organist as someone who used to be at Queen's many years ago, but I didn't get chance to find out as J developed a very painful back towards the end of the service and had to be taken out to the car as soon as it finished. We then had a short hop with only a few wrong turnings to J's cousin's house for general milling about in the garden and buffet lunch. We said hello to various of J's relatives and
On arriving home I gave J the bag of birthday presents which I had intended taking out (oops) and we moved slowly towards bed, with a late night tea consisting of a tuna baguette sandwich.