… to Sandie. Well, it’s Monday actually, but she’s manipulated a weekend of joyous, unbridled celebrations, of which most of us can’t wait to cease.

We have to be nice to her apparently , which to be fair, we have grown used to over the years. To the Fforest Inn at Llanfihangel nant Melan for lunch on Mum (looking stunning in her Christmas present from David). Lovely spring day, and as the Landlord (from Surrey) said “this time last year we were preparing for snow, twenty foot drifts, and cut off for five days”. Seriously good scampi and chips were consumed…

… and a seriously good pint of “Jemima’s Pitchfork “!

Harry

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