A few of our friends joined us for a Christmas lunch yesterday at Stickybeaks, our favourite local cafe. There were other people there, of course, but not one one of them was younger than 75. Grey hair was the norm and walking sticks were everywhere. The menu reflected the wishes of the clientele: roast dinners, schnitzel, lambs fry and bacon, chips with everything. I had my usual: lamb shank with salad and chips with apple and blackberry crumble to follow. I might have had golden syrup dumplings but knew that would be too indulgent.
I took the bone from the shank home in Marilyn's bag for Archie. He couldn't believe his luck and took it outside to enjoy it on the back lawn. When we weren't looking, though, he brought it back inside and hid it in our bedroom and Marilyn wasn't pleased when she found him up on our bed having a little chew.
It's a rather bleak day here. I've been out to a doctor's appointment this morning but have nothing planned for the rest of the day. With nothing else to think about, I've been re-reading some of the previous posts on this blog, re-living some of the adventures we've had when we were more active. Great times!
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