there are photos.
at first horsemouth and howard are wandering around wansted flats looking like respectable citizens inspecting historic world war II barrage balloon tethers. they examined the ponds, the birdlife, the horse life.
earlier horsemouth had noticed a pub near the station with an open pub garden.
and so for the first time in over a year horsemouth and howard went to the pub and resumed their disreputable drinking ways. there was no ale only lager so horsemouth and howard soon found themselves on the lager express accelerating off into the heavens. the photos show them having a fine time of it but horsemouth has almost entirely forgotten what they were talking about. horsemouth is over fond of the drunken state, howard is a bit more sensible. howard will (by and large) call a halt earlier (if horsemouth will let him).
and sad to say horsemouth remembers nothing of the journey home (until he opens the front door and sten offers him some latin american corn cakes). this is a little worrying.
still no harm done. howard got a pizza at some point (they were allowed to bring it in although the jerk chicken man on the roof was not best pleased) and horsemouth got some corn cakes from sten when he got in. consequently he's not hung over (he just seems to have a cold).
this week. a walk monday. horsemouth has agreed to work the tuesday. wednesday - work meeting in the morning, AGM of the collective endeavour in the evening. diner thursday (possibly).
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