Friday is pub day

Today I managed to catch up on a few house chores, walked some lunch with the boys down to husband and spent the afternoon in the sun at the lock stock with Charlotte.

It was understandably rammed and we managed to get the last table.

When I got home I just about had time to shower and change before going with husband to help em and stu drink more beer and eat food.

On the way home a stu poohed on a bird. Which obviously is not true but now I've typed that in error I think it's hilarious and keeping it as it is.

A few gins have been consumed.