Hells Angels...

Best friend arrived at the Big house in the dark. I was waiting on the drive with a torch like a kid on Christmas Eve. We had our hysterical hugging and screaming session before we went inside so as not to scare Mr P and our other guests. We then sat on the floor in front of the fire in the sitting room with some bottles of wine and chocolate buttons until the wee small hours.

I got woken by Milo extremely early yesterday, he obviously didn't notice my hangover. After a lazy morning walk around the garden with best friend we then went to the local town for lunch on the sea front. We were both rather bemused to receive some one pound 'paper' notes in a shop.  Apparently Royal Bank of Scotland still circulate them.

Back at the Big house best friend and I got bored so wandered into the Big shed.  And that's when the fun began... To begin with we played table tennis, both rather badly not helped by giggling hysterically and eventually running out of balls after squashing most of them.  Then we found a dart board but both struggled to even hit the board so gave up on that.  Then best friend went rooting and happened to find a saddle and lasoo. That was really good fun, enacting out a rodeo display. Mr P then arrived wondering what all the noise was and we used our pursuavive techniques to get the key to the quad bike! We felt like Hells Angels but were probably more like The Hairy Bikers! Last but not least we broke into Mr P's avery and pretended to be Falcons.

After a fun filled afternoon we were fed a feast in the dining room followed by a rather decent bottle of red by the fire. Once again best friend and I sat up all night chatting and then crept to bed trying to be all quiet with 'shush shush don't wake anyone up' and ultimately waking up the entire household...


BFF...