Walking my dog in beautiful woodland.....especially on a sunny day and seeing shafts of sunlight breaking through the trees. Magic....and it doesn’t cost you a penny!
A cheddar cheese sandwich, on fresh bloomer bread, with real butter and Haywards Piccalilli.
Or with Red Leicester and Brandon Pickle.
Watching 4 football matches on telly on the same day without anyone telling you off, whilst eating what I want, drinking what I want and wearing a pair of ill-fitting, appalling looking but extremely comfortable tracksuit trousers.
Watching a hungry boa constrictor sliding through Roland Duchatelet's bedroom window.
A cheddar cheese sandwich, on fresh bloomer bread, with real butter and Haywards Piccalilli.
Or with Red Leicester and Brandon Pickle.
Watching 4 football matches on telly on the same day without anyone telling you off, whilst eating what I want, drinking what I want and wearing a pair of ill-fitting, appalling looking but extremely comfortable tracksuit trousers.
Watching a hungry boa constrictor sliding through Roland Duchatelet's bedroom window.
I used to know Brandon Pickle but I didn’t relish meeting him....
A fish finger sandwich( with a bit of melted cheese) for breakfast, and a coffee, while I watch a shite episode of Star Trek. Everyone else in the household may hate me for it, and I concede some of it could be grounds for divorce, but tbh I don’t effing care! Live your life, I say....
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Whilst trying to dodge Tarka the Otter. Tis true.
Life’s tough up here.
Nice walk on a crisp, sunny winters morning.
A spontaneous take-away.
A productive weekend.
Boss phoning in sick at work.
Building a flat-pack without any issues.
A bed-day.
Seeing a big gorgeous dog
Women with their pins out on a summers day.
First sip of a long-awaited pint.
Or with Red Leicester and Brandon Pickle.
Watching 4 football matches on telly on the same day without anyone telling you off, whilst eating what I want, drinking what I want and wearing a pair of ill-fitting, appalling looking but extremely comfortable tracksuit trousers.
Watching a hungry boa constrictor sliding through Roland Duchatelet's bedroom window.
It should be marketed as a tourist attraction
Feels bloody amazing after a long day!!
Everyone else in the household may hate me for it, and I concede some of it could be grounds for divorce, but tbh I don’t effing care!
Live your life, I say....
Get in there!