Kings Fireworks last night were as grim as anticipated but at least over and done with quickly enough.
Talking of which, I've just come in from a 20 minute conversation with Gully, Lottie's pony, who thinks the same about fireworks as I do.
Anyway, you will want to know how I got on shooting today. My hours at the clay pigeon range helped a little albeit I had to apologise to one of the pickers up on the second drive as my language was just a bit too fruity after missing my fourth consecutive phezzie. Things improved after that though and I had the satisfaction of picking one off in front of Max's nose. V pleasing. And what's more Nigel Gambier gave me a lift up to Bosworth this morning so my lunch was washed down with copious amounts of white, red and a couple of glasses of port and I shot beautifully after that.....allowing for a little alcohol induced exageration.
Now, a strange situation this evening. Just Sophie and me, home alone on a Saturday evening. What bliss eh.
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