A quiet weekend lined up after the splendid stuffing delivered to the English last week and as usual the best laid plans failed to survive contact with the enemy (alcohol).
A "quick" drink after work with Gravy and chums ("whatever happens Gravy I am not staying out long") turned into an almighty session and him asleep first face in a curry before finally making it to bed about 0300.
A delightful hangover on Saturday was as welcome as it always is but with the lovely Kathryn coming to visit at least one ray of sunshine could be expected in his day and she peformed said function admirably although the booze flowed mightily again. Having done a runner from the restaurant (for the benefit of the Mother that does not mean not paying the bill oh no not at all) he ended up in a load of bother with the fuzz not, surprisingly, for the obvious reason but more prosaicly for parking in their space.
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