I don't know where we're going, but I know where I am (part 7.

It’s a day for the bed but I’m a glutton for punishment, so I’ll be pulling on the wellies and heading to Tullamore show. I’ll have a quick look at the cows, remark how it’s very insensitive to have the burger carts so close and the smell of grilled angus wafting through the cow pens up the unsuspecting noses of the burgers descendants. When I get all that off my chest to anyone who’ll listen I’ll make my way around to the horses and I’ll take a quick glance at the sheep before looking for the alpacas. Then I’ll go to the bar, get two plastic cups of cider and go watch the fashion show, best dressed lady and I might, depending on how I feel, go see if I can find a cbd stand that are giving out tea. At the ploughing I was so relaxed after the cbd tea I was 4 pints deep before remembering I couldn’t drink.

Once I get all the good bits done and dusted I’ll head over to the bar for the rest of the evening before heading back into town and heading into a pub that won’t mind that I’m wearing wellies.
My show partner in crime is in Marbella so this year I’ll be bringing a novice.

Just had breakfast and getting ready for a beach run & swim, then head off for a cuppa somewhere afterwards.

Later I'll take the mutts out for their walkies

Cooking some sausages, rashers and hash browns for me and my 38 children ...

RMAOK wrote: »

You putting down any black or white pudding? Or fried eggs?

White pudding was had!
No eggs today.
Just gallons of tae....

Lazing on a Sunday afternoon; watching the athletics from Poland.