Right... cricket world cup final, rain has finally stopped, Bertie had a huge feed and is now swaddled up and half asleep in his moses basket downstairs.
Thought I'd cheer you all up with a joke
I were stayin' in a guest house in Morcambe last Summer.
There was this fella one mornin', sat down for brekkie, and landlady come up to him, "what d'ya want for your brekkie?" He said, "just gimme four tins o' baked beans."
I thought it were a bit odd, so did landlady, asked him if he were sure, and he said, "yeah, just bring 'em me in a big bowl," so she did.
Anyway, thought nowt of it until later that day. Sitting down for tea, I seen the cops come in and heard 'em talking to landlady.
"Do you have a Mr Johnson stayin' here?" they ask.
"Yeah," she says.
"Well, you don't any more madam. Dinnertime today he threw himself off end o'pier."
"Find that very hard to believe," says the landlady.
"Why's that madam?" the buzy says.
"Well, when 'ee left 'ere this mornin," she said, "he were full o' beans!"
Right off to watch the cricket... hope it doesn't get rained off again! May have to watch Doctor Who tomorrow on BBC 3