Eat

Blowing a hoolie*

Took the kids for an 8 mile round trip bike ride, with a break for lunch at the pub.
That glass of wine (x2) hit the spot, or topped up.

Either way it (they) was (were) good.

Libbie, as you can see, demonstrated her impeccable table manners to anyone who would look; if you shout loud enough, generally everyone does.



*technical term for really fucking windy