They were also waiting for us outside the Clachaig Inn, where thankfully after only a short time outside we managed to get a table indoors. For some reason they seem to be finding L more tasty than me. Which is something I totally understand but this isn’t usually the case.
After a few whiskeys and a few pints we even partake in the quiz, coming 8th out of 18 I think, which was stunningly well. Thankfully L knew most of her Mr Men.
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(Monday 4th June)
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