As sometimes happens, we wait all week for the weekend to roll round, we have hopes and plans to do things, then when it does arrive, the weather is a bit bland.

We have coffee, feed the cats and I load the car with shopping bags and camera. Jools lads the car with some domestic rubbish, as she is going to drove to the tip whilst I snap the orchids, in the view of those waiting for the tip.

And as I finish, Jools comes out of the tip to pick me up, then we go to Tesco to do our shop. Not much we needed was the feeling. £110 later.
Although I did buy some socks, made with wool taken from the fleece of the golden lamb. So lovely.
So we go round, fill the trolley with mostly healthy stuff. And some unhealthy stuff. But no beer!
We are home by nine, already having done most of what we had planned for the day. How clever we are. We spend the morning in the garden, deadheading and tidying up. Or I do until eleven, when the first of four games lick off, so as the weather was cool and cloudy, I take to the sofa and try to keep awake.

At Jens we play cards, drink wine and have a chat and laugh. We laugh long and well, whilst it seemed a storm was building outside, but that faded away as darkness fell.
Jen won at Meld and scooped the two big pots at Queenie, nearly clearing our kitty out.
Still, its just pennies. Just as well really.
We are home by 11, and go straight to bed, followed by our feline shadows.
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