Double weekend calls for double beers. YOLO I believe its the term.



Feet up with a cup of tea and an orange Twirl.

Spent the whole day and evening sitting in a mate's garden, eating barbecue, listening to tunes, drinking wine, little lad entertained by their dog all afternoon. The most I've felt like I was on holidays in about a year, and I was only a five minute walk from our new gaff. AND a "green" entrepreneur happened to drop in, whose acquaintance I was thrilled to make. We're jammin'...

 Monday Bank holiday beers,  when no job to get up for. Should  care but don't.

10 days in a row off work for booking three and a half days  :abbath:

The Mrs took the car this morning, and I wasn't looking forward to the train journey to work, but it's half empty, no wankers cutting out in front, traffic jams or burning arses and hands on the hot upholstery.

Takes almost 3 times as long,  but lads,  it's grandest to dump the wagon every now and again.


The string on the bag of coal when it zips out first time is pretty special.

You've mastered that???? I'm destined to forever be butchering away at those bags with a breadknife
Wearing jeans and leather, not crackerjack clothes

Ah jaysus no, not mastered, but I get it about half the time and it's a real consistent great time every time when it works. Right up there with stabbing the foil on a jar of coffee with a fork.

Successfully building and maintains a fire without briquets or coal is very satisfying, even though I only get to do it in the auld pairs gaff. I have to shoo the mother away when I get the rolled up newspaper out though...'Jesus you'll set the chimbeley on foier'!

Getting a bottle of Chateau De Laubade Armagnac and slowly sipping a decilitre of it. Pure heaven.


Getting a Kit Kat Chunky, and it not having any wafer, just total chocolate.