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My wife thinks we are going out for the day tomorrow.
So I fully expect to sit in a traffic jam, listening to bored kids argue and fight in the back who will sulk when I shout at them after having listened to them argue for the past hour while having moved the distance between two cats eyes. I will arrive stressed and in a bad mood at some god awful crowded place where I shiver my @rse off all day in the Artic blasts until I can get back to warmth of the car and sit the same traffic jam (reversed) all the way home, having to endure the same cr@p arguments from the back seats. I expect will arrive back home, craving a beer, significantly lighter in terms of cash and contemplating where I could bury 3 bodies!
Happy days!
No, I'll be at home with the tantrum monster who refused to sleep, do anything I ask and generally make a mess. Thankfully he will eventually get to sleep and I can have 1 hour to de-stress. The wife will then arrive home all cheerful from indulging in her obessive and compulsive behaviour to rant on me about leaving one single sock lying around - and why isn't supper ready? Could hell be any worse? someone shoot me now!

Quite excited
It's weird though furthest I've been and you think to yourself people should be talking a different language have different customs, you know? The last thing you expect when arranging a B&B for the night is to be talking to a man from Dundee - it's all very strange, you go so far and I've managed to end up back where I started, or so it feels. There's something fundamentally wrong with that.... why don't i just go up to Fife instead? Ahh because they don't have palm trees...![]()
Judging by the lack of posting on the forum on a Good Friday afternoon.
Us real contractors are still hard at work.