I was allowed to slip away early from work on Wednesday afternoon due to the bad weather and to cut a long story short ended up in the village pub with the wife having a quick sherry. Well, four hours laters we were trotting home drunk as lords and very light in purse. Oh what a wonderful lost afternoon we had. I met a remarkable lady train driver, two star crossed lovers (an american lady who has to go back to America on Monday to sort a visa so she can return and marry her companion a man many years her junior!)and some men of the woods - hunting, shooting types who are going to teach me how to kill pheasants with my bare hands and put up a bivouac in an inclement wind. Honestly.
It was marvellous but we can't do it too often, if we did the wife and I will be singing the Fairytale of New York by Easter.
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