Bluebells

I dragged myself out for a run this morning, before spending three hours digging up bluebells and generally tidying up the garden. It was definitely t shirt weather in the sun; first time this year.

We'd arranged to meet some (Irish) friends in a local (Irish) bar for the rugby later. That  first decision was beyond harsh and while we played a great game it was always going to be one of catch-up. Ireland deserved their win.

Himself and I left the others in the pub and went for a curry in what used to be a favourite place. Sadly there's been what seems like a complete change of staff and it's not as good as it used to be. It's the second time we've thought this so I guess we'll be looking elsewhere to go for our Saturday nights.