Not too bad I hope, Wilf. As in - not an entire disaster.
I had high hopes for today. It was totally superfine initially, and much anticipated. It has concluded with Mister Weazle snoring his head off on the floor in front of the woodburner having had a few bottles of beer and a feast of roast gammon with a honey glaze. Proved too much for the ole lad. Hmmm. I had .... alternative plans.
07-Nov-2014 22:45:40