The meeting was a success, Camilla, my youngest, was to be baptised the following Sunday. In record time the invites are sent out and the cake and party nibbles are ordered. This was to be a lavish little Italian affair, a chance for Grandma to show off her hostess skills, and more importantly her latest Prada bag, and a chance for Francesca to catch up with some old friends.In the meantime it was time (pardon the pun) to bend the space-time continuum and introduce my offspring to their origins by means of a tour of ancient Rome in child-size bites. Where better to start than with the Colusuem? And it’s not long until the girls have made a new friend. And no, its not Ross Kemp (or Ed on a TARDIS excursion).
Sunday is a success, especially for me. I don't know if it was the Ted Baker linen suit, Nicole Farhi shirt and Patrick Cox loafers, the English accent or a combination of both, but I ended up fighting the wife's mother's mates off with a proverbial stick. Anyway, have a look at the photo below and you be the judge. I'm the one in the 
middle by-the-way. In typical
Italian fashion the food is delicious, the guests well-dressed, and the event is topped off by small children running between legs at a hundred kilometres an hour.
2 comments:
Nice photos dude. Looks like a really smashing day was had by all, especially Franchesca's mum's mates, you dawg.
They're actually quite horny in their figure hugging Gucci dresses, Jimmy Choo shoes, and deep red chanel 'lippy'. Yup, I'm getting older!
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