A few days away in snowy London saw him down catching up with the usual mob.
Monday night saw him at Naughty Nigel's with the lovely Christine and Glenn enjoying some fine food and booze.
Tuesday night saw him at the Mother's and, most inconveniently, it snowing like billyo. Come Wednesday morning however he found himself somewhat troubled by the need to get to the station through the crisp and even snow. So he "borrowed" the
Mother's wellington boots (we will not comment on the sadness of him being able to fit into them).
All however went well (although the e-mail from the Mother demanding her boots back was pointed) until (after quite few beers we must record with Naughty Nigel and Gay George (Not Actually Gay)) as he went to get his things at the end of the night he found his bag (with said boots in them) missing...presumed stolen.
Irksome,
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