(Bit late)
5:30 - 10 am on the shops, extra canopies needed doing, so a little earlier than usual. Heave drizzle all morning so got wet.
Had breakfast in the van while watching all the honeys arrive for work.
Off out to a small office park to do 3 offices.
Called by the vicarage to see if the new vicar has arrived yet. He hasn't so will have to try again next week.
In the office by 12:30, swift jar and a game of pool.
Took the dog to the beach in the afternoon, followed by a couple of jars and picked up by the old lady on her way home.
Must do better . Not enough trivial detail.
What was breakfast? Did you win at pool? Was it two shots? What were the honeys like? Young ones? Mature ones? Legs? Cleavage? VPL?
I'm off out now, so it'll do next time .
oops sorry, It was a bacon and egg roll, and tea for breakfast (no sugar). The egg was a bit overcooked this week, I prefer a booby trapped egg roll.
The honeys are many and varied, we usually sit outside the hair dressers for brekky, so most of them are younger, but the owner is a real stunner and a bit older. Collecting is a blast as it is packed with an assortment of 19-50 ranging from drop dead gorgeous to plain, happily there is an absence of real munters. Probably the most attractive is the girl in the jewlers, It usually takes a bit of time to collect that one.
I always win at pool, usually best of 3. I got grief off the landlord. I gave him an old brodex pole so he could put a flag up at a festival, he said that he couldn't keep the top section up. The ale of choice was a skinners Knocker. Both the good cues have now been trashed by some fool, so it is like playing with a baseball bat.
The fan belt started squeeking on the way home.