As I pull into the car park of the centre, various bodies appear out of the main entrance in welcome. After a bit of a pig of a journey, this welcome lifts my spirits remarkably. These are people that I love so dearly and I’m going to spend a weekend with them.
Suddenly all is right with the world.
So right in fact that even the dreadful attempts at Karaoke in the pub we’ve booked for an evening meal (the numbers do rather narrow down the choice of pubs), fail to effectively dampen my spirits.
I think we can hold our heads high, knowing that none in our crowd took the dreaded mic. Sadly Oli remained 13 pints shy of the number he’d claimed would be required. I can’t help thinking that this was an opportunity lost…
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