Pepe getting into the Zone, before pulling yet another cracker.
He and Finn were the only two with sufficient physical strength to do so.
A day of painful bones, sore head, sick stomach, killing throat, hurting lungs. And food. Cooked, not eaten. And drinks. Poured, not drunk.
Off to bed at 9 PM for a mother of all sweatathon.
Oozed toxins all night by the bucketful.
Christmas 2016 will be a handy one in the poxy Christmas benchmarking exercise.