A week ago we had our annual visit to Hinckley Rugby Club. Each year our friend’s (who you may have heard referred to as “Richard-up-the-road”) company sponsors a Rugby match there, and in return he is allocated a table for 10 at the pre-match three course full roast dinner, and each year we are invited, along with our friend and his wife and 6 other close friends. And just to ensure that we enjoy ourselves the bar-bill is included in the deal. After the meal we go and watch the rugby game, this year braving high winds, before returning to the club house for a final tipple before the taxi home arrives. It is not unknown for me to arrive home, walk the dogs, sit down in front of the TV, and suddenly find that 3 hours of the evening cannot be accounted for. This is year it is was Chantal who settled comfortably on the sofa and promptly slumbered through Strictly….
Technically we live in Oaktree House, but sadly the tree had to go.
We now have a thriving Oakstump at the front of the house.
