|You know who your friends are…
|Exhibit A: removed from Son+Heir’s bedroom recently
|Calorific but terrific tablet
|Tension mounts as the hat judging begins
Needless to say, our bashful foursome watched the ongoings agog, while privately thanking our lucky stars that we hadn’t exposed ourselves to the straight-talking judge’s frank – albeit amusing provided you weren’t on the receiving end! – critique. The lively Ceilidh band kept the whole evening reeling along nicely, and HunterGatherer and I proved that despite stumbling disgracefully into our 50s (he last year and me this coming August) we can still dance a pretty mean Strip the Willow. The fact that I could barely walk this morning due to the after-effects of stuffing my normally welly-clad feet into court shoes for three hours is neither here nor there…
Did someone mention chocolate?
|50 (well, 3!) shades of chocolate sheep: dark, milk and white choc