Two grumpy old men,

that my friend and I had the pleasure of lunching with today. Better known as 'Jack & Victor' or 'Haud it and Daud it' I have processed it through photoshop to protect their identities. (wonder what they've got to hide)

MOH and I spent the day with friends. We went to a new found garden centre for lunch. Why do we enjoy visiting varying garden centres which all sell virtually the same goods, enjoy lunch from virtually the same menu, and pay exhorbitant prices for plants which can be bought in a national DIY store for a fraction of the cost? This one was particularly expensive.

At night we enjoyed a home cooked meal, copious amounts of alcohol, and a very comfortable bed.