FATHER'S DAY

IT IS FATHER'S DAY, SO THE FRITH TAKES HER PAPA AND POP-POP (AND SOME OF US ASSORTED WOMEN-FOLK) TO THE WINCHESTER FOR BRUNCH.

PAPA AND POP-POP LOOKING SUITABLY AND PATERNALLY DIGNIFIED, WHILE FRITH BLOWS YET ANOTHER OF HER INCREASINGLY HABITUAL RASPBERRIES.

FRITH AND POP-POP DISCUSS THE MERITS OF THE BREAKFAST MENU (LATER, FRITH DECIDED THE MENU ITSELF WAS THE BEST CHOICE FOR A LATE MORNING NOSH).

FRITH (WHO IS CURRENTLY TEETHING - HENCE THE OMNIPRESENT COLD SPOON IN THE MOUTH) TELLING HER GRANDFATHER SOME EXTREMELY TALL TALES.

FEELING A LITTLE DRY, THE FRITH REACHES FOR HER GUINNESS. YES, IT IS INDEED BIGGER THAN HER HEAD, LIKE A BEER SHOULD BE.

FRITHA JANE IS FASCINATED BY ALL THINGS POP-POP.