The Silver Vixen's brother hit 50 this weekend. Today sees a gathering of family in London to taunt him over this momentous achievment. (Age, of course, is a state of mind; the state of the GF's mind still says his 25, so he can be unmerciful in his taunts.)

We're heading up by train as the rental Fiat Stilo is not comfortable enough for any but a trivial journey for the SV. Urban-cub and Sir Lancinglot will meet us on the train and Cousteau-cub will join us at Victoria. Should be a good day.