My lawn here is a motley of little green and rather more burnt straw and still no sign of meaningful rain. All of which made for a contrast in Anglesey where it rained (not torrentially but with feeling) last Friday while we waited in for the man who was measuring for some new blinds. As with so much else on the island we were taken aback by the relative cheapness of the service - a particular contrast with the London outposts of our property empire, that is to say the flats belonging to Daughters One and Two.
DN2 trained it up to Anglesey to join us for weekend and a jolly nice time was had by all in pleasant temperatures. An appetite-stimulating walk on the beach at Newborough was followed by an appetite-satisfying dinner at the Tavern on the Bay at Red Wharf Bay. Black pudding starter, fish stew and cheese board for the Big Fat Pig. Sirloin steak for the Groupie, swordfish for DN2. All highly commendable and washed down with Chablis. Good times.
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| There are plenty of worse places to eat |
DN2 accompanied us back to home and left early for London this morning. We had come back from the island early enough for one of the Pig's signature barbecues. Barbecue is possibly my only marketable life skill.
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| Molinari celebrates landing Pig's online bet |
Sorry I didn't share my hot tip for the Open golf. Pig has remotely trousered his winnings on the phlegmatic Signor Molinari. Just occasionally I get these things right.
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