Friday afternoon

Rabbit hutches cost – my daughter aged 15 wants the top of the range
palatial gaff but we settle for a comfortable two storey des res (with
free starter pack). We aim to pick up bunnykins tomorrow. We dine
unhealthily at pizzahut. The bloody hutch takes up all the load space
in the zafira so it means jean jumps a cab to her mums. Ally and I
mooch in Maplins then I whip her home and off to pick Jean up. Traffic
is pants on Queens drive. Home and I sit here at 10pm in the
backgarden watching the womenfolk prepare the hutch for tomorrows new
arrival. They are painting it with B&Q's finest safe to animals when
dry treatment (red cedar if you like detail). I like a true pioneer
observe the ritual solemly clutching a tin of the amber nectar
(fosters gnats pee). Next week hard work on the lifestyle kicks in
again. This week (with London and all) I have been on holiday.
Next week brings gym back into the life.
Glad to see some of the other bloggers been at the posting lark. To be
fair to the mens health blokes probably been a hectic week for them.
Hope somebody has read this, and it has provided some insights. What
to I am not sure.
Angelo the Greek waiter at the gym restaurant hated England and the
English. We had a frank exchange of views – a lad who could be
anywhere between 20 and 35 he has an incisive mind and disinhibited
about making his view point felt. He is a racist and xenophobe, a sort
of exotic alf garnett. None the less we have a fascinating
conversation.
He describes English under 25s as "filth", the tabloid press as
garbage (cant argue with that). The royal famly as a waste of space.
Home watching jonny woss