Oh dear

The day started sedately enough, with Mr B providing an endless stream of pancakes. The sugar rush helped banish any lingering exhaustion from last night's session chatting until 3am.

Then a walk for most of the gang while I made a start on dinner, despite CarbBoy sidetracking me with requests for fudge-making. As you can see, Mr B proved his usual dangerous self by suggesting champagne cocktails!

Dinner (roast lamb), some shambolic packing, cheese for supper and bed full of way more wine than was wise for folk with and early start and a long drive...