We set off Friday lunchtime for Worcester to celebrate a friend's 60th with 70 people on a glamp site. Trouble was Danielle's dental appointment in the morning led to her having her second wisdom tooth out. We got as far as south of Sheffield when we decided it was daft to go camping with a bleeding mouth and instructions not to do anything energetic. So we came home; it looked a fantastic event too!
Then Sunday morning I was mowing the lawn (natch) when I felt my back go. A good few years since the last time, but unmistakeably it had gone into spasm as per many times before.
So I think we shall put this weekend down, as part of the ageing process (POTAP), like so many other things.
In between all that friends Paul, Justin and Andy came round to watch the Joux Plane stage of the Tour, accompanied by beer and Ukranian potato cakes. It was a cracker.
Here is Justin on his Moulton bike.
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