M was the only one of us that bowls on a regular basis so we, the rest of us, all revelled in our varying levels of competence/incompetence, the odd fluky strike or spare and the inevitable balls that find their way into the gutter despite all our gesticulating for them to move back towards the centre of the lane.
M was appalled to learn that C & I had yet to make a start on my bridesmaid dress and that we planned to knock over the bulk of it on Sunday (way too last minute for M the Virgo). In truth I had actually made a start on Saturday morning and had got this far:
So on Sunday morning C came round (whilst D was sleeping off his bucks night) and we set to making the rest of the dress. M brought us lunch because she wanted to help, but can't sew, which was much appreciated. We got it constructed by about 3ish with just the hand-finishing (hems, facings, trims, etc.) left to go and I finished off those bits of the dress last. I'm really happy with it.