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home is where the farm is
last out of bed.
drove randomly through suffolk, past all the pink painted houses (and this windmill) to the white horse in sibton.
had the 'lamb three ways' which was very disappointing.
don't like nouvelle cuisine for a sunday lunch: booo
RTF through torrential rain.
was a bad weekend for festivals.
but we still had a good time.
now reunited with our constantly battling sons who have allegedly been delightful, apart, all weekend.
big props to ali, mum-mum and dad-dad.