the morning is broken

problem number one of today, i spent far too long last night not being sober and asleep, and abby made me wake up a while ago, after much jumping on the bed and threatening to not shut up and let me sleep until it was too late for me to want to sleep anymore today, i'm andy by the way, hello, i'm more than a little in hangover through nikki and karl being much better at staying up too much later than us, the one problem, so far today, the first job i had to do today was empty the toilet, it's not as smelly as you might expect, and there's so little chance of splashing and getting dirty it isn't really an issue, but the hassle is that twenty five litres of liquid waste is actually pretty heavy, if i could have sworn there i may have been able to emphasise that point a little better, it's a long-ish walk to the disposal point and i wanted to be in bed with my exploding head and i had to walk fifty yards with 25 litres of waste and back before i could start filling it up again, if you get my drift, it's not a major issue i suppose in the grand scheme of things, but today and now, still, it is the main issue i have.
i've eaten pie now, and had a cup of tea, which i'm hoping to follow up imminently with another mug thereof, and then i think i heard the plan is to walk to the pub, the dukes, with it's perfect sitting around outside, even though the sun is too big today, for a meal of the sunday dinner style variety and hopefully without too much deliberation one of those hairy dog solutions.
i'd better go, it's not my blog, and i'm not talking of boats, although the toilet thing is an issue, especially on days like today, even though that was probably an hour ago now and i'm sure if i really think about it i'd find i was over the trauma by now..

the pie was definitely a brilliant idea.
i love that pie.jones