I arrived home at 23:40, which means huggy must've won his bet. He just needs a cooperative cat in order to end up £5 richer, if I understand the arrangement.
The usual predeparture discussion with the current Mrs H is my return home time to Huggy Towers, which I have to concede is usually the next day. However, on this occasion I insisted that I would be home before midnight; of course I was not believed. During the course of the evening refreshments I received some progress report requests via the modern wonder called SMS on my mobile communication device - I continued to insist as we were only 6 miles from home I would be back in time.
Photographic evidence with the hairy scrounger that lives with us (aka Pippa the cat) was required to be posted to facebook to prove my return time.
I am happy to report that even after all the faffing of putting steed away, locking up Huggy Towers and going round turning lights off, I was ready to take a picture of myself with the current Mrs H
snoring blissfully sleeping
, however, she woke up, looked at the clock saying 23:51, and told me to put the camera away!
I had won the wager
I too enjoyed the evening company and my 2.5 ascents of NH. Unusually, it was me that went left to right across the bar ale pumps, & then started again, and Oaky stuck with the one for most of the evening - causing some confusion when saying he'd have a PP when I started to slow my consumption rate.