Where the dewdrops cry and the cats miaow.....

Ah! What a lovely weekend. Took an extra Monday off to make it that bit longer. Friday night had significant beers in the Wharf and then had a kebab on't way home (there seems to be a run of bad food this weekend).

Saturday day morning I took my ex (we'll call her Jitler) for breakfast. She was giving me a right load of shit aboot having a new lass. She has a point though, we have only been apart for 9 months! AND the fact that she is pregnant off another man is of no bearing.

I then had the kind help of Angry Drunk to take most of her remaining stuff over to her flat. Several back breaking journeys later I drove off, late, to pick up me lass. She was understandably a bit eggy, but I presuaded her to come.

We then spent 2 hours struggling through the centre of London trying to get to Reading. This was exacerbated by almost running out of petrol. Why is there never a garage when you need one, but millions when you don't?

It was ace to see my good mates, Big Nosed Cornish and The Minkster and their little ones (Everyone of my age group has kids now. Well, except Mank).

We also quaffed wine well into the night.

Anywhichway. If you're in Reading what should you do?

VISIT 'HENGE!!!!!

And so we did:

Some people will have you believe it's dull, but I think it's awesome. We paid to get in and had a good wander round. It was a lovely day and you could feel its power.
That's the blood stone in front. Anyway, it was excellent. Especially having one of them daft listening things stuck to your ear on the way round. My first one was spanish. I mean do I look Spanish? Nope. To tall and too blond.

So! We'd been to Stonehenge, what next? WELL! What's this I spy on the map?...... Woodhenge! Stonehenge's cheaper less impressive brother.

And less impressive it was:

More like concretehenge to be honest as all the wood piles were replaced. If you look very closely you can see me lass striking a pose on a leyline right in the centre.

OK we've done the 'Henges. So let's go and see a chalk horse I've spotted on me 1997 road atlas. And so we did, no road signs to it at all, but we found it:

Impressive eh? We had an ice cream here and also saw a model airplane crash.

What an awesome weekend, Monday all we did was sleep and get hassled by Jitler. I took round the last of her stuff. I got me keys back.

I'M FREE!!!!!

FREE I TELL YOU!!!!