Dear Friends

Saturday morning are lovely when you can stay in bed as long as you want. i woke up noticed that it was only half 7 and decided it was far to early to get out of bed. Roger was asleep behind me. His left arm was draped over me and i could feel his breath faintly on my back. i turned over so that i was facing him and fell asleep again. having a blissful slumber is one of life's luxuries. unfortunately, that blissful sleep was about to be disturbed thanks to someone hammering on our door. me and Roger both woke up suddenly with a fright which ended up with us clouting each other with our own heads. "ow" we both said in near unison. "who is it" i called out not wanting to leave the nest i had made in our bed with the duvet and pillows that were in a perfect spot. "its Freddie, get your arse's out of bed and meet us down stairs for breakfast!" me and Roger are not morning people, me more so than him but that didn't stop roger from trying to get Freddie to leave "FUCK OFF WERE SHAGGING!" was Rogers precise words. i couldn't hold my laughter in and pretty much snorted, his plan worked though because Freddie left pretty quickly after that. For the next 10 minutes we couldn't do anything but laugh. "oh my god Rog...that...was the...best line EVER!" i said between my laughing fit. it was about 9:45 so i suppose we should really go down and get breakfast. for today, i put some black skinny jeans and a nice white top followed with a black cardigan. i applied my make up which didn't take me long. i put my trainer heels on and off we went, down to breakfast. 

As we arrived at the table Freddie didn't look at us. He just crossed his eyes and huffed. Of course this set me and Roger off in another laughing fit and soon the rest of the table joined in. "oh fuck you all!" was Freddie's remark and pretty much gave in trying to be annoyed. "If you two want to practice bedtime tactics in a morning then go ahead im not stopping you!" Naturally Freddie's comment made us girls screech and soon enough a nice waitress started to walk over then saw us and went to another table instead. once we had stopped howling like school children we had to explain to Freddie that we were not discussing "bedroom tactics" and instead were trying to get him to leave. he wasnt best pleased with our explanation but hey ho.

After breakfast we decided that we had a whole day to kill before we had to go back to the pub to get ready for tonight's show. we decided to go for a drive around this time, roger was driving and i was made co pilot. our first stop was at a clay shooting ground where all you had to do way pay an entry fee then you would be shown how to clay shoot then you could have a go yourself. i already knew what to do and decided that i would go first. i got 10/10 clay's which i was happy with. Next Veronica had a go. She also got 10/10 as did John and Brian. Roger got 9/10 so that kept him pretty happy  Chrissy got 7/10 (after we spent half an hour of persuading her to have a go i may add) and Freddie? Well lets just say his aim is as good as his map reading skills. Mary did well though. she got 8/10. And because Freddie hates loosing, he demanded that we all did it again...of course he was last again. We decided that we should go as Freddie was causing a commotion saying that "the gun was broken" and was "out of line" 

Our next stop was at a game fair. Veronica, Chrissy, Mary and I were looking at all the car boot stalls that this place had to offer. Brian, John and Freddie were looking at some hunting stall trying to work out what everything was. And Roger? well he was looking at the car part stalls...no surprise there. I learned quite early on that he has a passion for cars and i don't blame him. cars are lovely. my favorites are Porsche's. they are lovely to drive and sound amazing. Im not interested in car parts though unless its an engine. Roger will spend all day looking at the suspension or a Tyre. Rather him than me.

As me and the girls were walking i could hear someone behind me but I wasn't going to look like an idiot and see who it is. In fact, i didn't have to as they made their presence known. "BOO" It was the pain in my ass of a boyfriend. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST ROGER!" Roger wasn't capable of replying to my scream as he was bent over laughing along with john. "you scared the crap out of me!" "sorry babe but i couldn't miss the opportunity" well if he thought that was funny then revenge is gonna be sweet. Once we had gathered everyone together...and found Freddie who wondered off into a farmers field, We decided that it was time for food. We all clambered back into the van and went to the nearest little town. It had about 3 pubs, 3 Indian restaurants, 2 miniature supermarkets and about 5 cafe's. With most group of friends, you all decide on which one you wanna go to. everyone makes it look easy. But this is us, different people with different tastes. Roger wanted to go to an Indian restaurant. That idea was quickly thrown ,well launched out the window as the rest of us didn't want one. (i cant have anything spicy so that counted me out for that) Brian suggested a pub lunch....and was then quickly reminded that we were staying in a pub and we would be having a pub meal this evening, so that was out the window. In the end, we decided on a cafe that had a lovely looking menu. i chose a cheese pannini with chips. for desert, i decided to split a Belgian waffle with roger as it was huge. The waffle came with 3 big balls of ice cream. So far i had enjoyed the weekend immensely and sitting down together at this cafe laughing our heads off made it even better.  by the time we wanted to leave, it was half 5 and all the places were closing so we made ourselves scarce. i truly had enjoyed our day here in this area but we had to go back to the pub so with Roger driving and me as co pilot, we all piled back into the van and headed back to the pub.