I was a bit hasty with my reference to a ‘Tufty Badge” yesterday, giving rise to a degree of puzzlement. Puzzle no more:
It’s funny how these old things stick around, becoming an essential part of family tradition.
Other than that it’s a lovely sunny day, which should never happen in Wales on a Sunday, there’s a nice little chicken sitting in the fridge all stuffed and dressed ready for the oven, and all’s well in our green and pleasant valley.
Iechy dda!
