Chaos In The Creamery

  Went into town, today. Needed a couple of things I figured couldn't wait till my normal day.

  Called Pat, asked him if he was going in. No way. His visiting daughter had skidaddled with his van and, I guess, he was still playing the Dad at xmass role.

  What ever. I called Steve. Asked him. Said any time would do. Bastard, unexpectedly, said he'd be here in ten minutes, and hung up!

  Fuck sake! I hadn't even had a cuppa tea! I'd just fucking woke up! I was in the ditch when I heard the Dogs hitting the gate. Announcing his arrival .....

  So, first stop is the Creamery. Grab a couple of cases of Dingo grub. Remember I need a little paint brush. Go and grab that. Took a swift tour of the tools too. Just because.

  In my rush, see, I'd forgotten my fucking book! Thing I compile my shopping list in. Adding what ever shit I figure I'll need, as the week goes along.

 Now, I'm here in the Creamery, pretty much wondering what the fucking hell I'm here for. 

  Quite busy in there. Some chap caught my eye and bade me a clear 'Good day', as he left. Lots of laughter. Everyone seemed in exceptional spirits. S'pose They'd had a mug of fucking tea yet!

  Stepped up to the counter. I got Mark. I like Mark. Very up together young man. He's well and truly got a handle on me too. We're at that stage where we could hurl insults at eachother, both fully aware it's just craic.

  So, Mark's all beaming fucking smiles. Obviously just finished laughing about some fucking thing. Had His fucking mugga tea then!

  " How are ye, Ditch?! Come on now; Smile! " He says. I just look him dead in the eye, for a beat. Then, I snarl: " Fuck You!!! " And heard the whole fucking place Erupt with howls of laughter!

  Poor Mark was in fucking tears too. Wish they sold tea in there.