....I'd like to shoot the breeze....

Up and out early this morning. Down to the tackle shop to get the bait for tomorrow's match......mixed maggots, sweet corn and garlic flavoured hemp seed.

Then off to the tip with the car full of the crap that the Boss kindly found for me last night.

Lottery ticket and newspaper.

Back home, woke the Boss with a coffee.

B & Q for a new ash tray for the barbecue, seeing as how the Boss decided we're having a barbie today.

Back home.

Back out to see the boys.

I arrived to this idyllic scene. It looks like they're involved in some deep philosophical discussion doesn't it? Not a bit of it! I didn't hear the conversation but from the body language it went something like this.

Shaun: "Listen you pair of pillocks, we have to peg the match odd numbers only or else we can't fit everyone one one bank."
Sam: " No, no, no! If you do two together and then miss one it's easier and fairer."
Shaun: "Bollocks. I've been pegging out for years!"
Charlie: "There you are Sam, told you he didn't have long left, he's pegging out."
Shaun: "Get stuffed the pair of you."

Then they saw me......."Bugger off with that camera cap and gown!....... Oh he's here, Lord Lichfield.........Ey up, it's the happy snapper." and other such terms of endearment.

Roy and Henry appeared shortly after this and we all wittered about Man Utd v Chelsea next Tuesday, lied about how we were going to fish tomorrow and generally talked rubbish for 40 minutes.

Back home, fitted the new tray to the barbie and then an afternoon getting the weeds out of the patio. Time out to watch the Grand National, first time in years I haven't gotten any money back from the bookies!

Barbie prepared and served....Steak, sausage, burgers and chicken fillets, coleslaw, potato salad, green salad, mushrooms and onions....didn't last long and now it's blip time, shower time and an early night.....well, up at stupid o'clock again tomorrow.

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