Every day is now a bank holiday, of course.
Schools are off but most holiday traffic is now at the destination, so this is the pause until folks return home.
There were swimming galas at the pool, so it would be crowded up there at Whitfield, so after a lay in and late start, we did gardening. though, as ever, my heart wasn't really in it, but I clear a wheelie bin for of borage and hedge garlic from the centre beds, leaving lots of room for new plants.
We stop at regular intervals for coffee/tea and sit back to admire our work.In fact we had just half a day to fill, as we were back playing cards with Jen and John in the afternoon.
Before we left, I made chorizo hash for lunch, so we would not graze on custard creams through the afternoon.
John won heavily, despite moaning all the time how little he had in his hands. I, meanwhile, won very little, and even though we only play for pennies, is still disappointing.
Back home for a recording of the League 2 play off final and supper of cheese, crackers and wine. And the day was done, and Wimbledon promoted.
Just like old times.
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