Beardy Potato

We came back from Epsom in time for Mamma's sunday roast and very yum it was too. In the afternoon we went to Jamie's (chubs rang pretending to be me and he never knew). We found these potatoes in his cupboard which further consolidated my notion that boys simply cannot look after themselves. We went to the pub and played cards and chubs came too. In the evening boy and i went for a little wander down to the gravel pit lakes by the motorway before he had to leave again.