It’s become something of a tradition that the first weekend in August is the garden party.Up relatively early to do some getting ready for the day, and then an hour or so spent nervously waiting…. Will anyone come? The first people arrived at midday and the first beer was opened. And loads of people came, and loads of food was cooked, and loads more beer was drunk. The plan was to get all the beer left over from previous camping sessions drunk up. We shifted all of that, and a third of the beer we’d got in for next weekend’s camping session.
It all got rather vague towards the end…
That is a lovely photo of the missus and with that haircut you are seriously resembling a badger now.
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