Marauders

without masks!

I had been sat in front of the computer for a few hours, whilst James had gone into Manchester with Lew and Ryan.

Around teatime, they arrived here, full of energy and tall tales.  A Ukulele was produced from a carrier bag by Ryan.  There was a degree of mickey taking of Lewis (I leave you to judge why that might be) and James realised he should have tried the shirt that he bought before he paid for it (no longer a small person it seems).

I've done as much as I possibly can in preparation for returning to the fray tomorrow.  Any more and I would be in a heap, crying.

Lets see how well I manage tomorrow!