Roar

Thankfully my Dad had the name of his new favourite pub wrong. I was talking to him on my phone all the way through the woods while walking the dogs. He kept referring to "The Hot Pole". A quick online search when I got back home showed "The Hop Pole" was his nearest boozer. Phew.

I celebrated with a roll through the mad woods on the tractor tyres.

Kath and Scott popped round too, which was nice.

Ruby out tonight at the Liquid Rooms watching "Cigarettes after Sex" which is the kind of name a naughty teenager would come up with, although they seem to be middle aged blokes making dreamy pop.