Went west yesterday to look for more British food. Emma was bemoaning the state of American chocolate so we went to Wise Choice and picked up a few things.
On the way back we stopped in Yellow Springs, my wife's spirit home, she claims, and ate some lunch.
Then it was time for International Mini Golf, game four. Here, Emma takes on the silo of death, also known as the tenth hole.
It was close, at the end of the day Scotland won by a stroke to even the series at two games apiece.
After that I had to his the batting cage and attempt to make contact with 45 mile an hour fastballs.
It was a good day that ended with me watching most of my first episode of Doctor Who. I never really paid attention to it. Even Emma does not seem to watch it much, but I distinctly remember her pausing while we were at the hotel bar in Glasgow to watch the end of the Christmas episode. She had to watch Doctor Who save the world. I don't remember much about it except for Kylie Minogue's cameo. I did not mind what I saw, but I think the fandom ruins it for me. It's just a show, people need to really just relax.