Outrageously cheeky

...Chinese takeaway on a weekday. It just kinda happened: golf; beer after golf; home; beer in favourite watering hole = naughty takeaway.

Still, timing of golf meant I skipped lunch so don't feel too traumatised about it!

Mr White, endurer of countless blip excursions, went round the back nine in one under so I had no chance.

Experienced my first pang of panic about GCSE results today. Thankfully it faded as swiftly as it arrived.

Now watching Puss in Boots...!!??