... had a fantastic weekend with our friends Brad and Angelina, Harrison and Calista and Tom and Katie, and their respective maggots. Camping, obviously 'vannin' in our case, in Wiltshire. Nice site with a country park along side that included a zip wire and other country-like maggot play things. Had a thoroughly good time.
Even went fishing, first time in 30 years for me, first time ever for maggot 1, ably accompanied by champion fisher Brad. I caught one, and had an absolute whopper break my line, maggot 1 caught four and Brad caught seven, including an 8lb carp, which for the modern amongst us was pretty bl00dy big. Mine was a more conservative size, but it was definitely punching above its weight and put up a pretty good fight.
The weather remained dry and warm, and a couple of days were downright sunny, so we really could not have asked for more. Except maybe more days.
Now back at work, in London, in the hotel, looking for a good 10pm show to watch to send me off to sleep, only to be rudely awoken at 3am by either a) the people next door doing exercise, b) a drunken resident returning via every flat surface between the lift and their room or c) a loud advert on the telly. My preference would obviously be the shout of room service bringing my breakfast in bed at 7am, but likelihood is that I will be queuing outside my favourite juice bar for breakfast at 7am just before the office, for my usual order of porridge (with soya milk) and honey, followed by a juice, followed by seeds for a snack, and finally a sandwich for my mid-morning snack. And all for half the price of breakfast in the hotel. Lovely.
Off to find that telly show now. Have a good evening, speak again soon.
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