So, what to do on the last weekend before Mr A. heads off for six months ( did I mention that before?...ha ha!) It is now Sunday night and we are tired, but so happy. Our weekend was perfect. We shared it with all the right people, we had some fun with Scout and we told each other enough times how much we loved each other, and we sorted out the kissing quota, so Mr A. is all stocked up for the ship.So this is how it went....
Valentines morning = breakfast in bed.
Valentines afternoon = friends over to watch rugby with, potter in the garden with and suck on an (unopened) can of Magners with.
Today = meeting VERY good friends in a VERY pretty seaside village to eat VERY delicious food.
my joy:
isn't she beautiful?
isn't she beautiful?
