struck the Midlands area last night, as mental boxer careered into tumbler full of merlot at 60mph.
I have a red nose after lolling in the hammock all day reading This is Serbia Calling. (Matthew Collin - I highly recommend it if anyone else is as a) fascinated by Serbia or b) as anorak clad as me). The day was long, I bought a mini crate of Grolsch and drank it almost all, which was a little bit appalling. Ivoryfishbone turned up with a box of chocs in one hand and a bottle of red in the other. And lovely daughter too. Not sure if the red nose is from too much sunshine or a glut of alcohol.
Nice day. Nice evening. Stupid dog.
