and I wear shorts
Good Joefest meeting out at the farm. Shaping up to be a good bash fair play. On the way home we stopped off at Waitrose to buy a boneless shoulder of lamb for the spit tomorrow. There was a butcher there who boned the shoulder for us. Last time I asked we got a negative response but I guess there wasn’t a qualified butcher around at the time.
Pylons are playing a charity gig Sunday and I was planning on taking a few lads along. It’s sold out now so those plans have been kyboshed.
This afternoon it’s get a few jobs done before heading to the cricket club to watch an over or two. The cold weather is set to finish today and it should warm up nicely just in time for the cricket and our bbq later today.
As I write one son is practising the drums in the attic and another is playing the piano in the conservatory. It’s a noisy house ours. The drums finish and electronic sounds approach down the stairs.
I have a small pot of tea brewing.
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Well the deckchair is fixed. We will have to wait until Anne comes home to see if it passes muster. Also the Ed Waite painting has been moved to a place of safety whilst the pool table was moved from Tom’s old room to the “play room” gym and then replaced. We have complaints from a student that the house needs dusting!
Now watching Serena WIlliams vs Muguruza in the finals of the French Open Tennis at Roland Garros. We have tix for the ladies semis at Wimbledon.
Arranged to meet Shannon to talk Caribbean food possibilities for Joefest.
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