Knitting and Going Bang

I had a really good weekend. Saturday night was Phil's stag day, and I went along.. I was forced to wear a dodgy stick-on 'tash as token female. Andy wore it for a while and looked like a lost member of the Village People. We spent a couple of hours on a clay pidgeon shoot, and it was really good fun. A couple of the guys assumed I'd be crap being token female, but I'm happy to report I got a very competative 20/30 in the contest. After the shoot, we had a bbq and a campfire with the hens- (well phil and Linda are both scout leaders, after all). This was mellow, but fun. After a while, Phil seemed to be spending more and more time sitting on a log forlornly, with his head in his hads, a sure sign that the vomit hour was fast approaching. He got sick, and the hens got busy putting the fire out with a frightning efficiency, much to the annoyance of the stags who were still upright. We took this as a sign that the party was over and drifted home.

Sunday was relaxing. I spent a bit of time weeding and chatting to Steph and Andy. After a while, it began to rain gently, and we stayed out, enjoying the sensation that the mugginess of the past few days was being washed away. Andy swung in the hammock, thus devising a new game of human skittles, with him as the ball and me as a pin. After I'd been dusted down, we went into town. I bought a kids' knitting set to give me something to swear at infront of the TV. I spent the evening knitting on the sofa, while Andy made crumble with plums and blackberries from our garden. Steph made the not entirely unreasonable comment that we seemed to be turing into our grandparents.