Saturday 31 March 2012

And now, the end is near...


Not a great sight to wake up to, but there's worse.


That's right, a brace of Fultons.

But then things improved.


Charlotte certainly had the right idea, and it's an example I intend to follow for the rest of the day. 

After all, the next time I'm 40, I'll be 80.  And I'll have to go to the toilet a lot more and will miss half the fun.

Onwards...