My French family have gone home after spending ten days in Hove and a further week in Folkestone. All excitement as we celebrated two birthdays and the arrival of baby Jack. It feels a little strange to have a son who is a grandfather and even stranger to find two of Jack's uncles are aged eleven and eight.
Various members of the family came from fae and near when they realised we had been invaded by the French. The two boys enjoyed several days at a children's Activity Centre n Hove. We ended the holiday with a lunch for about ten of us in the beautiful restaurant at the Grand Hotel on the Leas at Folkestone. Another lovely day to remember.
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Ramblings of a nonagenerian (vintage 1923). Grew up in Lambeth in the 20s and 30s. Lived and worked in London during World War II. I have been attempting to do the Telegraph Cryptic Crossword since 1939! (My daughter says I *have* to write this, but I am troubled as it sounds so conceited.) I bought my first computer aged 85 and am continually frustrated by the vagaries of the technological age.
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