Sunday Lunch

Margaret treated us to lunch at the 3 Hills, Bartlow which was lovely. They do a fantastic Sunday lunch, D and I had beef and Margaret had lamb. I persuaded Margaret to have an Aperol Spritz but she didn’t like it. I’d have drunk hers for her but I’d already had one and then ordered a large glass of rosé.
The rest of the day has been quiet with Alf at Liv’s and Pops at work. Only 2 weeks left of summer holidays. It seems to be whizzing by.