Choices, choices

My yarn pegs came in handy to help me choose some colours for my latest blanket.  Choice made so I need a quick trip to the yarn shop to get a few balls in.

It was a windy old day. Leo fancied a trip to Exeter to buy some new clobber. We picked his girlfriend up en route but Exeter was so busy we couldn’t be bothered with shopping so we abandoned that and just stopped off for something to eat and then headed home instead.  Leo was amused by someone in the restaurant moaning about their fish, which led to loads of awful puns about her food not being fintastic and the chef getting battered as it was so atroutcious.

At home we did some more gaming. I was well and truly stitched up in the Really Nasty Horse Racing Game. Leo sent me backwards at the start and I landed on a fence and then Bobbie unseated me and I was out of the race. I ended up with zero money whilst the kids were multimillionaires.