It's taken about a week to recover from last Saturday's Aces night out.
Well, when I say 'night out' I mean 'all day bender' as our matches tend to be at 10am… and the team don't like playing then going home and coming back out again… so we just shoved some ham and cheese rolls at the oppo after the game for teas, and buggered off to Epsom for a long day in the rugby-watching and beer-drinking saddle.
Why Epsom? Because we may affiliate with the Club there next year, so it was a good chance for those who don't know the clubhouse or the people there, to come down for an early bottom sniffing. And to take full advantage of the jolly cheap beer. Which we were serving to ourselves by the end of the night, once we'd scared most of the club members away ….
Anyway – a good night out, only marred by the foul chicken kebab which Vicks Hill insisted she and I went for on our way home. I could smell its remnants in our kitchen bin from half way down the stairs the next morning, phlurgh. And yes, if you're wondering how Jo (on the left in the yellow) manages to get so plastered on exactly the same number of drinks as the rest of us, well, so do we, every single time! x