I hadn’t thought of the breakfast, but fried egg on toast would be great.
Pajama morning watching a film with the kids and having a Forza mini league. Vehicle handicap to even out the odds.
Out to Macdonalds for lunch, Water World in the afternoon, curry and a pint for tea in front of another film.
I would be prepared to swap Water World or the morning film for building a giant lego castle and waging war against the invaders.
Well, the shit of foxes, but yeah, bit unfair that.
With fox shit, you can put it in the bin and never see it again, but Farage is more of a stinky, greasy, smearing, permanently unflushable turd that’s been hanging about in the loo for decades. Every so often you think he’s gone away, but it turns out he was just lurking the other side of the u bend and pops back again.