A tale of two cities

This is winchester mill. It's where the nut wanted to go, so its where we went. It was cold. The playground was worse, I nearly died of what I liked to call 'severe hypothermia since mr Jim came home claiming he suffered 'severe dehydration' on the plane to the US.

He failed to produce valid hospital reports for this condition, thus didnt get out of doing the washing up.

Went to buy the nut a bagel for lunch. He cried and gibbered. He wanted a 'tingletangle'. Turned out he wanted a pretzel. Henceforth to be known by their preferable nuttley name.

Popped into Southampton town in the afternoon to buy a new comicbook and exchange the nuts broken treefu Tom belt for a working one. Berated comicbook guy for not having a system where I don't have to sift through marvel/batman/scantily clad girls with guns.