outside looking in

Diggers. One of my guilty pleasures. Great beers done cheaply... having spent the day at work, then done the weekly shop followed by the dishes, I left the boss (the one at home) to put the wee man to bed.

I walked down the road for a fly pint and to watch both Manchester teams play Europe while the boss watches mad men.

Two pints. One decent game. Home.

Outside looking in. But only as I fly by. Cheers.