maelwys

Went to local pub after work today, feel quite relaxed and happy. My girlfriend is revising for an exam tomorrow so no arguements about me wanting to use my own computer. Yay and there was much rejoicing.

Was assaulted by a rampaging gang of Wombles as I walked from the pub, nasty, vicious rodents coming at me with cricket bats and polo mallets from all directions. Managed to beat the wee beasties off by flykicking Orinoco in the face and dispatching Great Uncle Bulgaria with a swift toe-punt to the happy sacks with my steel capped boots. The others fled at this point vowing revenge.

Might go Womble hunting in Wimbledon Common this weekend and clear this wretched nest of pestilential buggers to avoid further trouble. Must dig out my katana and crossbow.

Note to self: hunt for Womble recipies, may end up with roast Womble for sunday dinner.