5pm yesterday was the start of a fortnight of holiday bliss.
I left work (after giving Emma a big goodbye hug and showing Sam Snatch's mighty SR20) stopped by home to pick up supplies, picked up
Nay then some groceries and grog.
"Let the drinking begin!"
The unspoken battle cry was almost loud enough to hear.
The home was filled with people (
Ian,
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