The Prince and The Princess

Everyone has been reading like crazy things this weekend. They must get it off their Mum, although I did race through The Panopticon and finished it this morning over pre-ride coffee (makes Irvine Welsh seem like P.G Wodehouse).

Then I rode far too far on a knackered knee, helped out in the great cleaning operation, tried to play footie with Joe although we were thwarted by padlocks and patched up fences and so he thumped me at Dominos in the pub instead.

Steak and sausage pie for tea, best go and get some before it all goes.