Garden Center.

A busy, busy day. MrC in a Poker Tournament final, so he went off at lunchtime. George, Jen and I headed to Huddersfield. I bought my last bead for my Pandora bracelet, it's our wedding anniversary today, 17 years. So, I really, really deserved it.

We called at the garden centre on the way back, we shared a humongous meringue. Then we spotted the swing seat that matched the table and chairs we already had. So, I text MrC in the middle of the game, and he said yes. He had no choice. As I knew he wouldn't. So, I bought it.

On the way home, we saw my mum. We called at her new abode, met her boyfriend. Talked guns and blip.

Went to see my Dad. Came home with a gas barbecue, more plants, more lights. (He's coming tomorrow to make the planters :-) Then the deck will be complete!)

Built swing seat. Blip.

Just got a text from George (yes, he's upstairs in bed). Thanking me for a nice day. (Only because I let him order a catapult from eBay). For crying out loud. I may regret that decision.

MrC might come home and tell me we're off to Vegas, in the unlikely event he's beaten 500 other saddos at poker.