Makeover

For as long as I have lived in Bristol I have been to a Christmas meal for the Softball team of 1998/1999.

I have only once played softball.

The vast majority of the people who attend the meal have never played softball.

Perhaps it wasn't even the Softball meal.

Lovely to see everyone anyway, some that we see weekly, some twice yearly or less. All greeted as old friends.

Less alcohol drunk this year, more sensible conversation, what is happening to us?

Secret Santa got me some shoe grips for the ice - could be handy this week and a dinky little bike lock.

C wasn't that chuffed with his present and left one set of them on the table with us as he left to go home.

About 10 minutes of eye-watering laughter and hysterics followed as we all tried on these beer mat face hanger things.

You could do a lot worse than buy yourself some.

Pootling around today, tidying the garden, making bread, getting the decorations down from the loft, etc...