BUT ISN’T IT NICE?

i sat at home in front of my compluter. i was waiting for merman to turn up.

and then he did.

i had already drunk loads of lager before he turned up. not my fault. i’m an alcoholic.

we walked along the towpath. trouty and i went in the pub; merman went to find ‘weyside wander’. he found it. then he came back while we were feeding the ducks.

we have now spent the evening being ridiclious.

i’m drunk. goodbye.

my post about sheds will have to wait until the morrow.

goodnight, dear reader, good god. what is that? i saw a black cat moving…