Well, cold bacon sarnis prepared, nipped up for the Indie, quick slurp of cawfee and the traditional 'I told you to pack my washbag' argument and we are ready for the off.
Just checked the garden. Blue Shed looks a bit sombre but it is a bit overcast. Anyway, Sheds can't have moods. What a ridiculous thought.
BLUE SHED RESPONDS
God, he understands nothing. The expert on absolutely zilch. Now for two weeks peace and quiet, Bliss.
If I could only stop thre cats jumping off the tree onto me and prevent them from crapping downwind life would be a breeze.
Oh God, lard-ass is sorting out his holiday theme-music for the car stereo. I don't believe it. It's Bing Crosby's 'We're Busy Doing Nothing'. Is this irony? He does fook all most of the time anyway.
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