Flowers for the Missus

After spending a bit too much time with his mates and miserably failing in his role as hunter gatherer Mr Heron wondered whether taking flowers home to the missus would appease her anger, or just simply raise her suspicions as to what he'd been up to - in the end he simply shrugged and sighed knowing whatever he did would be wrong.

It was finals day at the tennis club, my mate Dave unfortunately had to retire from the three finals he'd reached due to his bad back, but they found replacements and put on a good show for the spectators. Spectating was further enhanced by the provision of free cake - Mrs L had provided one so I didn't feel too guilty about accepting a piece each time the plate was passed round, of course Mrs L's was the best but Mrs D's nutty chocolate cake proved quite acceptable too.