a bad year for the snails

The command was given at roughly 7:50pm. It is a beautiful summer evening in Scotland. We can never guarantee these so please go outside and do something else rather than sitting doing not much of interest.

Grudgingly there was movement and the girls headed out, one to see the neighbour while child #2 looked to find something to do. We agreed to play some badminton after I had finished making the sandwiches as there was no wind and it was ideal conditions.

Over two and a half hours later, after attracting the attention of the neighbours' grand daughters, the best ad hoc badminton tournament I have ever seen came to an end. I loved the moment when the eldest contestant who had been given another lesson by child #2 nearly half her age, said to me, she is really quite good.

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