Bloody Hell it’s been windy this weekend. I opened the back door earlier and it nearly got ripped out of my hand, and the washing we hung out this morning now seems to be in a field half a hectare away. Not exactly biking weather, and it really hurts after those beautiful Spring days we had this week (while I was stuck at work.).
I’m off out soon.
I’ve been sitting watching the US Masters every evening but realised it’s no fun on my own, so I called Ted this morning and sort-of invited myself round his tonight. Beryl is cooking tea then providing snacks and drinks to see us through til the finish! If it goes to a play-off I might get home just in time for an hours sleep before getting up for work.
Philippa was invited too but declined as she said it would be pointless her being there. She is not particularly interested in golf, or indeed happy with the idea of me leaving her at home to go and watch it with someone else.
Can’t imagine why….
RC 12-4-15
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