Sunday morning was somewhat energetic; the dogs got walked,
the lawn was mown and this reckless activity might explain why the majority of
the afternoon was spent in a mildly hypoglycaemic state. This was not an ideal
way to spend Fathers’ Day but I was reasonably coherent by the time BMS, SMS, Tilly
and 30%’s parents joined us for dinner.
I can report that the new dining table easily seats
seven and that a “three rib” joint of beef leaves plenty over for midweek
meals and cold beef sandwiches …
… just a shame that I have to base myself from sunny Oxford this week.
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