Disaster of a mording.
Bakery had no pepper pies. Got a ordinary pie. It was cold in the middle. Had a choggy doughnut.
Stopped at the local BWS for some rum. Got stopped by some half boong sheila by my car who asked if I wanted some company, then asked if I wanted to drink with her, then started pleading it was her son's birthday and when I said to spend it with him she said he was in Port A-gutter. It reached the point where it was either get in the car and shut the door or knock her out.