|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|