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Broke out the Glenmorangie last night following a meal welcoming Bec n Terry home. Later on: stormed Club Kiwi and brought home a classic trophy.

Despite all that we managed to get to Lure for a great brekky (Turkish fingers, mmm) and see a few houses this afternoon. This shop was oppsite the last one. Something tragic about this wee note...

H is crashed out after making us a world-class lasagne. On the couch, under the doona, in stripey pjs, Eurovision on the telly. A nice quiet Saturday evening. Night night.