Libation

Today has seen some quite epic fuckwittery from people who will remain nameless. Nameless until someone finally does something that causes me to commit murder and then it'll be all over the dailies.

Anyway, it's the weekend. So some nice brown booze and a lie-in. Tomorrow's forecast looks like one for ducks so I'll probably go fishing or walking. The bicycle needs a full service as well and there's a passable impression of the Bialowiezka Puszcza in the back garden that needs a bit of tidying. Then there's some bright-lights chard to harvest (but not afore I've blipped it).

Right. More beer. Then some more.