This morning was already planned last night.
Denise, Jenny and I were going to walk into Farnham, have a Starbucks, shop in Waitrose then do the Gaz Walking Tour.
Mirinda, Bob, Fiona and Jason were going to take the dogs for a walk at Frensham.
The end plan was for everyone to meet back at the house before we eventually went to the Fox Inn for lunch. It was meticulously worked out.
Denise, Jenny and I did indeed go into Farnham, visited Starbucks, shopped at Waitrose and did the Gaz Walking Tour before heading back to the house. The others didn’t have it quite so easy.
For starters, Max won’t fit more than four normal sized humans, particularly when combined with two crazy puppies. And Lauren wanted to go as well.
While the kids managed good grades in school they clearly didn’t do very well in spatial relationships. They claimed that three people could squeeze into the back seat.
When it was discovered that there isn’t an interdimensional gateway behind Mirinda’s seat, there was a lot of people declaring that they would not go…which ended up with lots of argy bargy. Finally it was decided that Andrew would drag himself out of his sick bed (he had been struck down by the dreaded lurgy) and take the other car.
And so it was that a whole crowd of Hassells and Stockwells went wandering slowly around Frensham small pond. Subsequently time entered into the formula in a way it had never meant to. Mirinda dropped everyone off at the Fox Inn and came back to pick us up at the house.
Still, eventually we were all sat down in the private dining space upstairs, ready to order food and drinks and hary the waiting staff.
Jenny, Denise, Jason, Lauren, Andrew, Fiona, Bob & Mirinda
I’d love to report the general conversation during our stay in the private dining room but I’m afraid it was all rather un-PC and I’d be up on all sorts of charges. Let’s leave it that there was a lot of laughter and fun, food and wine and close shaves in the low doorways.
Having eaten too much we drove back to the house for a bit where I made the Hassells some shortbread for their flight home. They wound up leaving quite early because they have to be awake tomorrow at 3:30am for their flight home.
It was a lovely day, especially since I didn’t have to do any cooking. Naturally I’m not counting the shortbread.
Had no idea what that joke was all about but Denise did she was the only one really laughing. I liked wandering around Farmham I didnt go every time with Gary but a lot and loved it a lot of history in Farham love mum xxxx