Mad Hatter

Well, who needs that many hats?
Paperwork at home this morning before heading up the hill, so snacked on a few leftovers before leaving so as not to stop on the way. Didn't work. By the time we reached the place on the Serra that does sinfully good pasties and sausage sandwiches. I NEEDED an apple and cinnamon pasty. Surprise, surprise, seems HH did too.
Dropped in at the club to see if HH could find company for a few holes of golf, instead found the "Inglesada", the British members, watching Ireland beat England in the 6 Nations rugby. All but one were English, so not happy with the result. The sole Scot was chortling quietly. As mongrels, neither HH nor I were too bothered either way..
Having made good advances on the paperwork this morning, I'm looking forward to a quiet evening with a book or a DVD. It's so quiet outside - except for dogs barking in the valley, and ours also if they see some untoward movement.