Easy 10
Brain dead MUG SHEEP
I've bloody enjoyed mine.
11am down the Cricketers in Southwick with a good friend. We both indulged in one of their full english breakfasts outside with a couple of jars, which was excellent. As the morning/afternoon wore on, a few more mates arrived. Perused a few Cup Final bets, put them on, then headed back to my gaff for the match. Pretty decent game, then it was over to the park for a good old kickabout for an hour. Then back to mine where I lit the barbie and fed the starving. That went on till about 9pm, whereupon the few remaining were treated to toasted marshmellows in my chimenera. A brief argument with the missus which has resulted in her storming off upstairs to bed, and so here I am in the garden alone, with my laptop and a Bacardi. Bloody PERFECT day really.
11am down the Cricketers in Southwick with a good friend. We both indulged in one of their full english breakfasts outside with a couple of jars, which was excellent. As the morning/afternoon wore on, a few more mates arrived. Perused a few Cup Final bets, put them on, then headed back to my gaff for the match. Pretty decent game, then it was over to the park for a good old kickabout for an hour. Then back to mine where I lit the barbie and fed the starving. That went on till about 9pm, whereupon the few remaining were treated to toasted marshmellows in my chimenera. A brief argument with the missus which has resulted in her storming off upstairs to bed, and so here I am in the garden alone, with my laptop and a Bacardi. Bloody PERFECT day really.