Phew. TGIF. Oh so droll.
Bob and I had hatched a plan to go for a run at 7.00am this morning so impressed was I by my performance yesterday, but it was not to be. Actually didn't manage a run at any point of the day. However, the big big news is that I can shoot - clays, at least. We went up to Lakenheath and if I tell you that Bob conceded I was pretty good, praise from a 14 year old trying to outdo me every step of the way.....well....you must know I was hot. Yeee haaa.
Apart from that, the sheep escaped from their field this morning which got me thinking it must be about time for them to go chop chop.
Our shower room and bath rooms have been finished and I am considerably lighter in the wallet. And, at long last, I have managed to secure some passport photos of Bob. Fittingly we managed to find a photo booth in Newmarket's grim shopping arcade where Bob's "bad boy cut" in his eyelid didn't cause anyone to take a second look. Personally I don't think people with such ridiculous eyebrows should be allowed a passport and I told Bob as much.
Handed over £5,000 in a brown envelope to our builder in Waitrose car park. That did get a second look.
A busy old day obviously. Cub hunting tomorrow so early night.
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