Looks like the weather is going to scupper my plans for painting the imaginary man-cave. Mrs Grove is doing another park run in the lead-up to her first half marathon, one of the ankle biters is away with Scouts (they didn't need any parent helpers despite my obvious credentials and constant begging) so it leaves just me and small Grove tomorrow but he'll probably sod off to one of his friends houses for the day. I see a day of relaxation, baby oil, Kleenex and PornHub. Try and get that image out of your heads! What are you fine gentlemen up to?
Meeting up with a few fellow SCUM BASTARDS tonight. Massive piss up, some will probably get arrested for a mix of crimes including sexual harassment, possibly rape, assult, GBH, ABH , drunk and disorderly and general ****ishness. Should be a decent night. Tomorrow, big fry up- pub-football-pub-take away-home-wrecked. Sunday, Church lunch pub as per. ftp
