A fabulous hot and sunny day in June. I ended up with a house and garden full of neighbours ranging in ages from 74 to 6. We had a massive barbeque, argued about the football, drank too much and got very wet when a water fight commenced. Photographs of my personal entry into the Ms Wet Tee Shirt Competition will not, you will be relieved to hear, be appearing here.
A great start to the World Cup month.
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