Midway through last week, Bubbles asked if I fancied shooting this morning. I checked my non-existent social diary and confirmed that I was free.
As a result I found myself stood in the glaring sunshine at the Cotswold Clay Club, Farmington Quarry, Northleach. Our shooting party comprised Bubbles, Bobbyn, Ben, myself and Heidi, a friend of Bobbyn's.
I had a pleasant enough morning, although my dreadful score suggested that I should have drunk less red wine the previous evening.
Back at home, I shared a late lunch with 30% before setting about bottling another batch of honey.
Midway through the afternoon TP arrived, accompanied by Charlie. They had combined a pork pie making course in Melton Mowbray with a mini motorcycle tour of Matlock and the Derbyshire Dales.
We spent a pleasant couple of hours in the sun catching up on each others' news before Charlie headed off for a fate worse than death ... We think he has finally made up his mind to end the relationship with his Bunny Boiler of a girlfriend.*
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* Manipulative and controlling are understatements when applied to this young lady. She seems to think that Charlie should give up his friends and his motorcycle and spend his time exclusively with her. She has obviously not yet learnt that you can't change a person.
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