Saturday: Morning, wrote a "Dear John" type letter, which wasn't fun, but had to be done. Afternoon, went to an apple pressing at a friend's house. Lovely couple, bit hippyish, can just about organise themselves out of a paper bag. Mid way through afternoon, with sacks of apples being washed and chopped, the husband said "I wonder if we have enough bottles..."
Still, once finished we (about 12 of us) sat round the campfire with sausages and roast veg and had a nice natter, and I brought a jamjar of very nice apple juice home..
Sunday, out for a ride with a couple of friends - not much, just a 10 mile pootle to the pub at Bolton Percy and back. Lovely weather, warm enough (just) to eat lunch outside. Once home, watched the tail end of The Empire Strikes Back on ITV, knitted more of Oli's new cardi, avoided falling into my usual trap of cooking a second dinner (I'm really trying to shift a few pounds), and laughed my head off at Top Gear, then chatted to my sister on the phone for an hour.
