The weather here is still beautiful, so much so that going to 'work' leaves me full of regrets as to what i could be doing and also what i'd do the day that i win the superlotto thing - i'll have to start playing it first though ...

Boy Idiot is moping around with a terrible hangdog / beaten up puppy expression on his face : i don't know what's up with him and i'm not sure that i want to know - as heartless as it may seem.

As i was leaving he asked me what i was up to tonight "i'm going home to iron a few Dickie Dirts (shirts) then i'm going to eat and when that's done, i'm going to have an early night ..."

He wanted to go out for a few beers ...

The thing is, he always wants to cram in as much as possible in the shortest lapse of time available.

He always suggests doing a ciné, bar, resto combo in such a way that it seems like it's his own personal mantra.

I can only 'cope' with one thing at a time if i'm accompanied by Droopys twin brother.