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So there I was, on Sunday last. The 'Outlaws' arrived, on their way to Cornwall. (Liz didn't have the heart to tell me.)

It's my one day off, free from stress and grief and what do we get, but 9 outlaws descending upon us from Lancashire. It wouldn't have been so bad if they'd brought a 'red-cross' parcel of black puddings and Lancashire cheese. No such luck, they just eat us out of house and home.

Gloucester seems to be a 'way-station' for this mob...

"Eek!" said one of 'em, when I trod on it, early Monday morning.

"Aaarghh" said another, when I trod on that one too.

"Bollocks!" said Nick (reminiscent of Magic Roundabout?)

Onwards, me hearties...

Stopped at Jane's Pantry for a Cornish pastie and coffee at 06:00, utterly divine.

Played Roy and Dougie said "Hmmm, not bad, who he?"

Deep joy, another convert...

Nick