The plan today was to go and try shoot (lying on my belly) 'urban gladiators' jump over fire towards me (Sounds like a Bonnie Tyler song, I know). But a call from my neighbour early on changed that - she asked if I'm in the mood to climb the popular local hill, with a pie and coffee on top, her treat. It was a beautiful day for a small hill with a pie on top. She even insisted I drink a shot of some home-made 60% alcohol with herbs thing that could power a submarine if need be. That cost me half my Veto card - the other half I burnt on the dog walk later afternoon, when I had mojito ice-cream. Dayyyum, it was a fine day for booze. See me grinning? :D