Tuesday morning I get up and remember to put the Harry Potter game in the boot.
And then head into deeper Worcestershire to work and to find some divine inspiration.
I don’t go home but round the Greenies for tea. Although they lock me in the garden to play with Wilson, whom they are looking after!
And by looking after they mean by getting Nack to wear him out. What do you mean again?
And once more
Does this dog never tire?
And so again
Hell when is tea coming.
Hold on. Hold on
Wilson lost interest. Tea was had and then for dessert which was cheese cake that I had taken round.
And after was the Harry Potter game.
I can’t say I’m into Harry Potter but I now know Sarah most definitely is.
And she won, which made her happy but not the kids! Anybody for another go?