CLOSED - THANKS to all customers for the last few years

It's too hot, if anybody wants me I will be in a state of undress in the hammock.

What a top idea to the new week, naked Mondays.

Can we make this a regular occurrence?

I never said I was naked! I never go outside without a hat.

It's just as hot in here as outside, has the air condition gone? Could be the heat from the oven perhaps, is that bread baking that I can smell? Mmmm.

Well, I picked the wrong time to go down to London didn't I? Guiness direct from Dublin and I wasn't here; not much point in me turning the tap on, Dublin will have been drunk dry. Still, on the bright side, an amazing coincidence, we stayed in a hotel instead of with one of our daughters as it was more convenient this time, and who did we bump into? George the milkman! Yes, uncanny isn't it. Of all the hotels in all of the world, he was staying at ours! Well, in my renowned quick thinking way, I took George to one side and asked if he would do me a favour, which I would pay him for; I wanted to nip around town on my own for a while, have a drink or two in some of my favourite pubs and watch the rugby test match at Walkabout, so would he keep my wife occupied with some tales of his milk round which she seems to like so much, poor woman! Guess what! George, my hero, he said sure, no problem!! and 20 would enough to buy her a drink at the bar!!! What a bloke, I'll bet you won't find one like him anywhere else.

Where's my hat gone?

Where's my hat gone?

Did I just repeat myself again?

Did I just repeat myself again?

Fred Elliot syndrome I've been told, I said I've been told.

Oops, might be catching I said it might be catching.

R.I.P. Fred. I said R.I.P Fred.

Where's my lunch?

(ding ding ding) Shop!

KEAYDIAN, looks as though we will have to make our own lunch today, I can put some fish fingers under the grill if you can do the white bread and butter and get the ketchup out?


Kim, that milkman sounds almost too good to be true, you are very lucky.

White bread, Check.
Butter, check.
Ketchup, check.

Right, what's the next move?

Oops, Hundreds and Thousands, check.

Haddock Fish Fingers are on, should be ready in 15 mins.

Lunch is serverd at 1245.

No hundreds and thousands on mine thanks.

(burp), oops.

Time for a siesta, to much heat.

Cod and chip flavoured ice cream for me.

zzz zzz zzz (burp) zzz zzz zzz

Grunt hrmph, uhh! What, where am I? Oh, Lamby's, must have fallen asleep in the heat. Is breakfast ready yet?

(wooden spoon in metal saucepan)

crash crash crash crash

Wakey wakey, you part timers.