The last man

Last bucket of cement, mixed, slapped on then the rest binned in a dumpy bag (That's those big bags you see at builders yards, they hold a ton of anything) On reflection it bears more than a passing resemblance to the haggard creature I looked at in the mirror this morning.

Time to smile, we are on the home leg with the garden rebuild, the light at the end of the tunnel may well be the 1515 from Paddington but at least it's on time.

In other news........
After a night of drink, drugs and wild sex, Jim woke up to find himself next to a really ugly woman. That's when he realised he had made it home safely.