Well Worth A Tenner

I have to be at work early today as three of us are spending the day at a Medical Waste Treatment Plant near Wrexham. These are not pleasant places. All squishy yellow bags of hacked off body parts, unwanted appendixes and goes knows what. All being cooked by an incinerator or in this case left to rot in their yard, in the sun. The smell is... well, you can probably imagine.

When we finally escape from our meeting, early afternoon, having been treated to just the one measly cup of coffee, it was good to see that we end up in a pub. As expected they have lots of good traditional Welsh beer, not. However the Yorkshire Black Sheep is very good. As expected they have loads of wholesome, healthy food, not. The Club baguette, white bread naturally, is nice but fried to within an inch of its life.

Unfortunately we are back at work by 4pm, so I get to spend an hour at work too, although not much gets done.

Then it's home to L and the chance to satisfy an urge or two. Afterwards I slip my girl a tenner, which I hope she doesn’t take the wrong way. It's just to save her from having to go to the bank before we hit the pub. She says she’ll pay me back tomorrow, I assume she means the money, but I’ll take whatever comes.

At the Victoria, we have some excellent beers from Funfair and Wentworth.

The kids are yet again not at their Father's. L has texted him to remind him of their existence but he says it up to them whether they come over or not. Nothing like making them feel wanted. They both decide to stay at home.