The ladies were off to meet up with some of Sumo’s mates for lunch today, so Hamish and I grabbed James and went and had tapas at a Spanish place nearby. We did realise that two men and a baby sitting drinking sangria didn’t look all that butch, but it was delicious anyway.
Being a perfect sunny day, we then decided to head to a dark and dingy pub in a basement. Several exotic Belgium ales latter, James was starting to flag (he’s not been well), so we headed home.
When the ladies returned in the late afternoon we went out to plant Hamish’s Woolomai pine down near the Thames as he decided it needed to be free. Much debate then ensued about where the tree should be planted (halfway up a railway embankment was eventually agreed upon).
That’s pretty much it really, just a chilled out relaxing day with a butch man date in the middle.
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