Today is the day that you all get to know who wears the trousers in our house. Whose car did we go in then?
Put your glasses on and see if you can spot the windmill, it is photographed from the lovely, sweeping access driveway.
So, Glen wears the trousers and he drove in his car.
Getting closer
We met Andy, Becky, Martyn and Sue in Matlock before making our way to the windmill.
We are not mentioning it, snigger, but Andy had picked up Rebeccas small coat this morning, instead if his, so he was walking about looking like we had let him out for the day. The funniest bit was that he was actually trying to wear it, you just wouldn't would you? Glen whispered to Rebecca 'you are trusting this man to rebuild the engine in your car when he can't even dress himself properly?' Poor Andy, he has taken all the stick today, he takes it well though, bless him.
We had a quick look around before making our way into the shop, where I bought some more flour and we had a chat with the volunteers that work there. Afterwards we went to Osmaston for lunch and puddings in the Shoulder of Mutton. Bingo, Glen had a beer, so I got to drive the big posh car home, no pressure but I was on my best behavior and it must have worked because he didn't shout at me.
Thank you to all for making a miserable, rainy Saturday into a great, fun day.