This is the picture that I could not blog from Mrs F's yesterday as her pc was being a git.

Bet your all so glad I managed to do it now eh?

Why is I one of them there things, my hungover stuffed with Sunday roast and guilt 0.5 of a reader?

Because after a fantastic day yesterday and a brief posting of some of the pictures, I have returned here and on unpacking my stuff discovered that my camera is still at S&F's

BOLLOCKS!

I was going to show you the pictures of the great british gurning competition (the only two contestants being Mrs F and Sarah) some piccies of ducks and birds and castles with geese in flight and bore the living eyeballs off of you. So you probably got off lightly.

The trip home on the train from S&Fs' was a bit of a eff up due to some dickwad at one of the stations putting us on slightly the totally wrongo train, but I am over that now.

Sarah and I had a brilliant day at S&F's - Sarah spent the night in Moffs vacant room and had a good night sleep after a minor wobble about sleeping on her own in a different house. In the moring after a belly buster of a brekkie provided by Mr S, Mrs F and I took sarah for a walk in the forest - God it was beautiful in there with all the low angled sunlight reflecting off the ponds and dancing around on the underside of the leaves.

Then back for lunch at theirs and after that sitting in the sun with a few drinks and a mad Sarah, running around in her new red kicker boots bursting the bubbles that I and Mrs F where blowing for her, with the aid of a plastic thingamy and some washing up liquid in water.

A great day.

And bloody Hamilton missed the world title.

Oh well.