Change Of Scenery

The Thursday Gang moved out of the rugby club for the day and in all probability the month. G7 don’t you know, there are forty small ports-cabins, a bunk in each, for the security staff so we have lost the use of the club for the best part of June.
Instead we went to friend Huw’s house to help out with some bits ‘n’ bobs he needed doing. I jet washed the complete garden and paths, five hours “watering the patio” as Mrs S would say.
Home in time for a hair cut before a ninety minute gig row in the evening.