L is off on a running hen night tonight complete with bridal outfit for the bride to be. Who I understand isn’t terribly keen to model it. Can’t say I blame her and it could all go a bit limp in this rain.
The boys and I are, of course, dogging up on the hill for which it stays dry. We divert afterwards and collect L from her post-run festivities in Borrowash.
(Monday 7th July)