1029 Weeds Beens

OK so Rocky can't count. It wasn't the 1030th. That's next week.

This week we were treated. Our old Salt (Sea Weed) cooked beans. And a pan of sausage. And a spicy veg dish. AND chicken ginger pasta! WOW! There werén't that many of us, but we polished the lot off. In part as not content with all that work in the kitchen he (and the girls Esmerelda and Ellie) had set an endless run for us too. As the coach said, it's a good job a bit of cloud came over otherwise we'd have been carrying them home on stretchers. Moving on seamlessly (?) it was great to see the well-missed stalwarts Fast Edd, FlyMo and Firecracker back with usagain. It was hashy, hot and sticky. On On. And on to
Zared was finally spy. Pretending not to remember any names she seemed to have a found a reason to bucket the lot of us. Hashless hats, missed trails, unfulfilled promise, not running, last minuted On Ins, and of course uncontrolled doggy motions. Klipe kliped his way to safety.
The telescope (and the beer?) keep a crowd well into the night, where we became Wigan Latics for the evening and endured a nervous end to the premiership. Plenty of wild life as we drove home. See you next week when it's a later kick off.