OK, it's a bank holiday, there's plenty of fuel after all ( even if it does cost more than gold, frankincence or myrhh in bulk these days )
My son is away with friends for the day and night, I'm off work and so's my wife. This morning I cheerily suggested a day out, "You know like we used to?"
"Where would you like to go?" says I, "Your choice darling, I'm at your disposal !"
I was thinking of a stroll round the Roman walls in Chester maybe, perhaps followed or preceded by a decent pub lunch sort of thing. You know "chillaxing" as they say !
Where did she actually want to go? Cheshire ruddy Oaks that's where...
Heaving it was. Full of what appeared to be escaped mental patients, universally clad in hooded garments. Most seemed intent on elbowing me, stopping dead in front of me or barging me out of their way in their rush to buy another pair of trainers or track suit bottoms large enough to circumnavigate their enormous backsides.
Why don't I keep my big mouth shut? I shall need alcohol tonight...
:-(
Where are you going / have been ?
Last edited by: Humph D'Bout on Fri 6 Apr 12 at 16:12
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