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What are you doing on this scorcher of a Weekend?


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Spent the day entertaining my six year old while the missus worked.

 

I say worked - she sat on an NHS stand at a carnival giving people free fruit.

 

I'm now sitting alone in the pub having a couple of pints and some peace and quiet.

 

Don't get me wrong - I love my daughter dearly, but a whole day in 30 odd degree heat? I need a fucking break!

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I popped into the Garden for a tab and heard loud music emitting from the City centre, asked the missus what it could be and she explained that the carnival of culture is on this weekend. Fuck, I missed the chance to see scantily dressed Brazilians etc dancing and making their way past my favourite pub/ beer garden. Got guests tomorrow so that is the second day of perving fucked n all. 

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Cleaned out the chickens and pottered in the greenhouse this morning and was at a friend's birthday BBQ this afternoon. The missus is away and I'm now sat in the garden with a beer and my book and Craig Charles on the radio. I'll have some leftover BBQ food in a bit and then stick on a film.

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Cleaned out the chickens and pottered in the greenhouse this morning and was at a friend's birthday BBQ this afternoon. The missus is away and I'm now sat in the garden with a beer and my book and Craig Charles on the radio. I'll have some leftover BBQ food in a bit and then stick on a film.

Repped for having chickens. Chickens are boss. I used to have one called Tikka.
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I've had four cans of lager and five cans of Guinness and now Mrs Turdseye has told me that three of her mates are coming round in an hour. There's still seven cans of Guinness in the fridge.

 

It's virtually guaranteed that they'll all leave thinking I'm a cunt. And rightly so.

 

But it's Father's Day tomorrow. I'm fucking bulletproof.

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