Iron Lady

I am the worst ironer in the world, hopeless. Luckily H is top pressed, especially when the sun is shining.

A day of prep and finishing the last of hendstock. Our first jobs involved taking the beer barrel back, getting tyres and buying a load of pet food. The pet food shop also sells air guns so I took ours to get it recharged. The chap who fitted the tyres had questions to ask when he opened the boot and saw an empty beer barrel and a gun ;)