It has been a lovely sunshine day.
The industrial agricultural machine mowing nature's multicoloured wild verges as she drove us to the lovely restaurant by the sea.
She smiled sweetly as she ordered her all time favourite rack of lamb and I had Fish pie to go with a rather nice pint of real ale.
She had enjoyed taking me for lunch she said as I punched in the pin number of my credit card to pay.
Of course on the way home we drove past the garden centre, that would not do would it? How could we drive past the garden centre. I sighed, reaching for the plastic.
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