beautiful sunny day, so i heads off into the village to pay off the last of my travelling credit card bills (and get cash for my foray to Copenhagen), checking out the local talent on the way...nuff buliders, but sadly lacking the required ruffness, a few tasty young blokes, but i fear even too young for me these days ;o)

...not content to leave the central dominion of "Boys"tall yet, and it being only 12:20 i decide to visit my Grandad to watch the footie, and have a brew 'n' biccie at half time...

...get home and turn back into a bird watching the tennis, aargh agassi out but greggers is through...

..make dinner for the folks, get them pissed, have arguement with "father"...

...perfect day.

have dirty thursday to look forward to, and all my bird mates home thursday/friday. which means pissed night out on saturday (any help getting out of going to Creation greatly received), then sunday off to see Sarah at Alton towers...

..who needs a job (and money)? :o(