So this golf thing. I know people told me it would be addictive but I really wasn't expecting HWISO to be mowing the meadow, with the big tractor, beside the house so he could use it to practice his long-shot thingy. (Note to self: must Google golf terminology). I am slightly regretting encouraging this "round" with M tomorrow as I have visions of HWISO practising his swing by the lights of the tractor well into the evening......
I have taken delivery of a wonderful parcel of food from Lisa. The delivery man was not only young and good looking but was as excited as I was to find out who my present was from. I am so looking forward to my Boeuf this evening. Have already got the bottle of wine open. Bliss. We shall be watching this and toasting New York's finest woman tonight.
I shall be serving it with a salad, liberally sprinkled with linseeds. Thanks, Auntie Jo Jo. I wasn't fancying swigging from the rusty can in the garage.
I have become a godmother again. Meet Hamish.
Natch....
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