Made it to the pub(Devonshire Arms) in time for Sunday roast… reminded me of Sunday dinners at my Grandma’s house! The Yorkshire pudding was excellent. The Wimbledon final rocked too. I was hoping for Nadal! Too bad.
My back wasn’t as bad as I had feared – the Naproxens worked their magic again… pretty tight today though. T minus 9 days.
I’ll hit up Rock and Sole for some legit fish and chips tonight.