My Birthday 29th April 2006

We booked a table at Psarapoula for 4pm to allow Peter and Simon to open the Savana Bar at 10.

We had a super meal, loads of mezes (bits and pieces as somebody called it) - Greek Salad, tuna salad, cheese salad, peppers, tzatziki, cheese croquettes, saganaki and farva (hummous), followed by grilled meat - sausages, lamb chops, souvlaki off the sticks. Brilliant. At 10 we wandered down the beach to the Savana Bar, Peter and Simon having left a bit earlier to get a bit of snooze in having been late the night before (well, 6am in fact). Anne bought me a Flaming Lamborgini which effectively finished me off! I also received some simply lovely presents, from a beautiful bracelet to ... hinges for our doors and windows! OK, a bit of an in-joke as that's apparently what the latest hold-up is on our house.

Fantastic birthday.

  • Mo and Anne
  • Peter Morris and Simon
  • The party
    Clockwise: Simon, Jen, Liz, Rich, Mo, Anne (both hiding), Katerina, Reg, Jane, Me, Judy, Richard, Peter, Morris
  • The whole table from the other side
    Katerina, Reg, Jane, Me, Judy, Richard, Peter, Morris, Simon, Jen, Liz, Rich, Mo, Anne trying to hide behind flower
  • Liz and Rich
  • Peter in fine fettle
  • Simon Jen and Liz
  • Simon Jen and Liz
  • Peter Morris and Simon (talking heads?)
  • Liz Reg and Jen, thinking about Morris dancing...
  • Jen, seated, Liz, our host Apostoli, Reg and Jane
  • Liz, Apostoli, Reg and Jane
  • Judy and Richard with Morris
  • Jane and me
  • Liz saying something about her posterior
  • Savana Bar... Simon makes the Flaming Lamborgini
  • Here comes the flaming bit
  • ooop ready?
  • Well I haven't fallen over yet!
  • Jen, Katerina and me
  • Anne bought me a Flaming Lamborgine - Thanks Anne (not!)
  • hmm, was that a good idea?
  • Now you're going to put MILK in it?
  • Katerina and me
  • Jen, Katerina and me (Jen had to walk me up the stairs after Anne drove me home)
  • Anne - perhaps she didn't want to have her pic taken?
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