Wilt no sooner hops off one plane and onto another on contract work – hardly time to unpack and yet again returns on another flight and is hoisted, ungentleman- like into the back of the Range Rover by Mrs Wilt intent upon us having a relaxing weekend in North Wales, together with Salty Dog and Ms Wilt.
Boy, is it sunny here and the cider is flowing – Salty Dog however is on rations as the beast is getting, by far, too great a large tummy. The wee beast is also on probation following the revelation that it is running its own restaurant and bar. What the fuck is going on, we ask?
Whilst away our not so friendly Elizabeth has been causing havoc, see http://regulatorwatch.co.uk/2010/08/we-are-back-and-with-a-vengence/ but dear Salty Dog in my absence sorted that out. It was only on my return that I discovered all the hassle. Perhaps I will relax on the beasts planned diet (cider) conditions, in reply to its legal work.
Wilt
This is Salty Dog, whilst Wilt is snoring.
ReplyDeleteRather a nice picture (above) you think. Shush, do not wake up Wilt. He can get very grumpy.
We do rather nice meals and a good pint of cider - assuming I have not drunk it all - at the Salty Dog Bistro.
Nice picture, eh? From Wilt's very expensive semi-pro digital Nikon with a fisheye lens - it took years to go digital. We always rather liked getting our hands/paws covered in awful chemicals in the darkroom. However this digital thing has it's advantages.
Anyway, come join us fore a bite to eat, and a drink.
Ooooops, Wilt is waking up.
Kind regards,
Salty