Who Am I To Refuse?

On the bike for the first time this week. It’s windy but obviously not as windy as it was around Holme Pierrepoint on Sunday, after that anything would seem easy.

Daughter passes her Masters with a merit but isn’t happy. It sounds pretty awesome to me, nobody ever gave me a merit in anything.

We do the pub at lunch time cashing in our now completed loyalty card to get a free meal. We both upgrade from our usual casseroles to shepherd’s pie. Ooooh get us. Normally we can’t afford the extra £2.

L is over at her folks tonight and I get a text requesting that white wine be put in the fridge for later. I do as I’m told. Who am I to refuse?

(Wednesday 18^th November)