Here is friend B, who was assaulted. He had to have surgery, to have a plate inserted in his arm. The bone was shattered in the assault, & was much worse than the Doctors had aniticpated. (He noted, in light vein, that it was not his drinking arm that got wounded.)
V had lived in Newcastle when she was a child, so we took a nice leisurely train trip up to see the City. It was a bitterly cold day, & the wind off the sea chilled to the bone. As we walked along the waterfront, an elderly gent sought to educate us, with a long informative dialogue on the history of Newcastle. Not wishing to be rude, we kept edging away. He kept moving up closer.
In the end we bolted. We missed the train, & had to spend a chilly hour on the platform.
Here is V waiting at the station.
Here we are out at yet another shopping mall!
Here is our Sweet Granddaughter at the party.