Classic performance

It (the Fat Bastard) worked today as noted earlier; theoretically at work for 6:00am, actually clocked in sometime between 7:00 and 8:00. He left in a fairly heavy fall of snow. Sadly it didn't last long, by the time the infant and I were up the skies had cleared and the lying snow was beginning to soften around the edges.

We did have a second fall a little later in the morning, but that too lasted but a short period before the skies again cleared and the great melt began.

It got in relatively on time; there proceeded a discussion about what we'll eat tonight. We have a beef topside roast to be cooked at some time over the holiday period. We also have a lamb leg in the freezer that needs to be cooked fairly soon. The upshot of the discussion is that we're having left overs and veg. because he and the Best Mate are rather behind in the development of their latest pub quiz.

He has just left to spend and hour around at their house, but only after mucking around for about 15 minutes and generally getting on my nerves. He's come back here, eat, walk out leaving dishes behind and spend the rest of the evening over there. Undoubtedly huge amounts of alcohol will be drunk and numberless cigarettes will be consumed and he will stumble in late and get to work late and leave his room a pigsty and come in late and... and... and...

Let's face it, if he wasn't a lying, thieving, cowardly, slovenly, indolent, self-centred, reactionary alcoholic hmm what? my life would lack one of its central ingredients - and wouldn't that be a wonderful thing.