After that long drive back from Manchester the only way I was going to get to Charlotte's party was if I didn't sit down. So I didn't.
We sat around a fire in the garden and drank beers and talked about how wonderful Manchester had been [well I did, anyway]. It was Stewart and Austin's sixth anniversary, so here's some pics of them. And of said fire. It was hard getting up after sitting down. Luckily my daughters are skilled in the art of ordering taxis and ordering me into them.