Friday seemed to be a good day for most people. It was a bank
holiday, it didn't rain as much as it was meant to, and some rich
people got married on the telly. We started the day with a triple
double yolker. You know you're on to a winner when you crack three
double yolkers in a row into the frying pan.
We thought it couldn't get any better, but we walked into town
later and saw a man taking his dog for a walk. On his
Or maybe the dog was walking the man. Either way, when you add the
triple double yolker to the lack of rain and the rich people people
getting married, and then throw in a shoulder riding dog, it's hard
not to judge Friday a roaring success.