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:: Monday 2 May 2005 ::
Besmirching the Good Game of Boules (which is, of course, inferior to Bocce at every level, even re drugs)
We had a bocce course at the farm. Under some lovely old eucalyptus trees. Or were they Stringy Bark? Whatever.
Much hilarity and funness had, hurling the balls bodily to smash the opponents ball nearest the little white one well away from the little white one.
And much delicate rolling balls down the sandiness to to end up just next to the little white one.
A bit of a Campari and soda refresher between games.
Ah, good times.
:: WB 3:46 pm [link+] ::
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