Talking 'bout my generation . . . and a couple of others

You will have gathered that Claire and I have devoted much time lately to becoming officially decrepit.

In between waiting for bits to fall off, Claire also found a moment for a family party marking her 50th birthday.

This spotlights an essential difference between us. My family is small; hers is gigantic. I used to find this a bit overwhelming, but I think I've pretty much got it figured who's who these days.

There's a nice generational theme to this pic of Claire with her mum Francette and daughter Charlène. They're in the process of doling out slabs of the official cream cake; each naughty slice containing enough cholesterol to kill a horse.