Let's get this thread back to the top.

My son, after a horrible divorce, has found a lovely house with his new fiancee, have a mortgage offer, and are setting a wedding date. Last night I played at a lovely historic pub, tomorrow night has a nice friendly round-the-room evening lined up, and on Sunday afternoon I'm doing two hours with a player I greatly admire, and next week I have a 70th birthday meal with my family.

I feel quite smug sometimes.