Yesterday was one of our annual highlights – a visit to Hinckley Rugby Club to see a game sponsored by our friend Richard’s company and a select group of us are treated to a three course roast dinner at the Club House as part of the sponsorship deal, and Richard also very kindly covers the bar bill. As usual it all starts reasonably sedately, as blokes and girls separate to exchange gender specific gossip, the girls seated comfortably at the table, while the blokes remain in the vicinity of the bar.
As dinner is served and the wine flows, it all gets a little bit silly;
We all know that we would be acting our age, but we’ve forgotten how. After cheese and port we staggered out to watch the rugby game on a gorgeously sunny, if cool, afternoon.
Matthew stopped over, having been to his Nan’s (Lynn’s Mum) 80th birthday party. This was apparently a lot more staid than the afternoon entertainment enjoyed by his Dad and Step-mum, but a glass or too of red wine and some canine company soon rectified the situation;
Matthew joined me and Tia for a dog walk this morning (Lesia is on a week of “bed rest” thanks to her poorly knee) before he went off to Lincoln to meet a friend, and Tia and I strolled down to the village for the annual Remembrance Day service at the war memorial.
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.
