Streams

So, I'd had the afternoon off work and went here for a good pampering. I came out of the spa all refreshed and massaged and manicured and with slightly less eyebrow.

It's funny how the ultimate serenity can be spoiled in an instant by this; the image of two men urinating onto an unknowns drive.

Yes, the man in the ludicrous orange shirt is of course Paul. The bendy knees chap in blue is our good friend (and one of Pob's godfathers-to-be), Snowdon.

The two had dined and drank with another friend, whilst I took some time out to be preened before I'm up to my eyes in nappies.

I was all cleansed until this act.

They even crossed streams.

Foul, foul men.