Annual Pilgrimage to Wales Pt IV

As is traditional at the Welsh Pilgrimage, Saturday night is pyjama night. Despite the offer of firing up the old sewing machine, no amount of coercion could get Puppy into a pair of Anthony-style trousers. Even though everyone said they had eaten loads during the day, we managed to stuff ourselves with pasta and salad and the after-dinner games commenced with a good, clean game of 'Booby Match'. We decided that the boys had a distinct advantage, having a keen interest in the subject, but I think Puppy didn't quite put his heart into it and spent most of the time searching for the match to the King of Clubs (which never turned up).