Eve and I play bowls. Actually if I'm honest Eve plays bowls and I watch mostly on account of my brokeness. I mean I'm not really broken but I like to make it out that I am, so sit and watch, drink tea and eat the club's biscuits.
This is a snap taken I'll have you know was with a canon eos something, 40mm lens and brown filter and HP5 film on that day we laughingly called summer this year. The 'erbs in this ere photae are Mary, Terry and Duncan who had all won something or other in thrilling matches which briefly took me away from the box of biscuits.
Ooof, we do live an exciting life these days.
2 comments:
You had me on ‘box of biscuits’. Not volumetrically, the better biscuit is always boxed, not packeted. Cornish Fairing, boxed. Proper shortbread, boxed. Chunky cookies, boxed. Chocolate Fingers, boxed. My case here I rest. They’re multidisciplinary too. You can watch many a sport with a box of biscuits. No shushing at crumpling plastic you see. Many a point has been lost at a poorly-timed lunge for a Custard Cream.
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