Time and tide

Went for a walk on the heath with friends this afternoon, then back to theirs for pizza. Their daughter is revising for GCSEs, which makes me feel old because it seems like last week that she was the baby at the pub with the caged birds who drank milk in metric (because Mrs. Friend's French). I made some salad, and made Mr. Friend giggle uncontrollably by misreading the pizza menu's "Chicken kickers" as "Chicken knickers".