Ladies that lunch & Peanut Hugging!

This weekend was spent catching up with friends. The lads all going off to watch the egg chasing at the new Exeter Chiefs Ground. Not that I want to talk about the result but it was an entertaining game between Plymouth Albion and that other lot up the road. Not being used to the more refined rugby etiquette and carried on like I was at a football match, fully playing up to the "from that council estate near Saltash" stereotype that most Exeter folk have of Plymouthians. The long walk back to the car was entertaining as a small Irish and irate taxi driver continually squeaked the same question at the steward about "When are you going to let me out? When? When? When?"

Whilst this was going on the ladies went to lunch (including Hannah ... and poor old Toby! When is he old enough to go to the rugby Lloyd?) and continued to eat more cake in a strangely synchronized fashion on their return! Check the photo... Talk about Stepford wives!

In the evening I managed to catch the second half of the bore draw England match before sitting down for a fantastic take away meal hunted and then gathered by Lloyd (Pete and I tagged along behind carrying a bag of prawn crackers each!)

This was the first time we've really felt sad, as for the first time it really felt that we were saying goodbye and that our response of "Oh we'll see you before we go!" just isn't going to work anymore.