Shit, Look At The Old Toilet

I was woken up by the title phrase yesterday morning by the plumbers helper who will rename anonymous, but most know him for his jumping the Newcastle Blvd train tracks once.

Finally after a year, the upstairs bathroom is now once again fully functional, with new toilet and sink. I will be having the ceremonial first use later tonight.

Today featured a trip to Beresford and back.
Right now I'm off to Jingle Janes, or Jungle Jims or whatever you want to call it, for some supper with Kelly. I'm not sure what will occur after that, possibly some absolut consumption.