Sharpen your pencil

After yesterdays Southsiders AGM, I woke to find that my tolerance for alcohol abuse is waning fast.
6 pints of Guinness and I'm struggling for a few hours this morning. Aye, when I were a lad, 6 pints would be just the start.
A dark, rainy , sort of a day, that brightened considerably when the boss served up some magnificent rozbif with all, (and I do mean all), the trimmings.
Time for a nap I think.

Ah well. Until tomorrow....