Sorry Ratfans but I have just been too busy to get to part two of the real version of the Fiesta In Leicester because I am very busy doing a Help for Heroes fundraising night and today we swept both of our chimbleys ready for the winter. Now i am being dragged down to the club for a little drinkypoos.
Jst a small true story - having finished sweeping the chimneys (not as simple as you might think because the brush just hates going round the bend in my kitchen one) I went into the bathroom to wash off the muck and grime and do some Drew things. Ablutions I got out of the bathroom without a shirt. Tim was crossing the landing. "Dad" he said quite spontaneously, " Get a shirt on and put your arsehole away."
I am still walking around with a grin like the village idiot much to the amusement of the assembled throngs in Morrison's.
Providing I don't wake up dead in the morning (after being lead astray by my son and Irene and Sunday dinner to cook notwithstanding) I will get part two on to interweb soon.
Theakston's bitter here we come!
Keep smiling
love
Drew
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