Sunday 4 March 2012: Boys examine parts
After a trip out to see the old girl and to help fill in her application for a 'blue badge', I managed a trip down to my favourite place for a potter about and a chat. Here's ID looking morosely over his Bukh 10hp which he's winkled out and which requires an overhaul. Time is running out for all these boatie jobs. Time ran out for me quite early; I suddenly remembered that the daughter was coming for the Tottenham game and pizzas were in the fridge.
Later: game over already. What else? Chelsea sack manager. Syrian rumpus. Libyan rumpus pumpus. Paul McBride departs stage right. Time to put the feet up.