Friday, 2nd August 2019.
I’ve been in for a few hours. I did my RDR2 challenges(I’m on day 33 of continuous challenges. That’s how sad my life is!).
I like an Ace. An Ace face.
I turned the telly on and what did I find?
Saturday, 3rd August 2019.
A gram of coke, 10 joints, a box of lager and a quart of Jameson’s later, I got up and took Sonny over to see his friends. I’m picking him up around five.
I stopped on the way back and picked up 3 litres of Volvic and 4 bottles of Grolsch(proper bottles).
Now I’m making ragoo.
Sunday, 4th August 2019.
Plans have changed slightly. My Ex is now coming into Staines to collect Sonny. This means I’ll just have to wait until she collects, then I’ll drive to High Wycombe to get the van.
Due to this unforeseen change, I escorted Carter on the Sunday dog walk. We have arrived at The Retreat for the obligatory pint.
They do a Sunday roast carvery here. It looks lush. I wish I had some money.
The ragoo I made last night was supreme. I have no issue with telling you as I probably make one of the best pasta sauces known to man. My dad’s used to be the best but I have whipped the old cunt’s arse.
I’m giving it a solid 8/10.
It tasted like home.
Whole Countries Belief In Sunday’s Roast Beef.
Sonny’s gone. Louis’ home. We’ve had dinner. On the whole, another boring weekend, drenched with money worry and shit.
Exactly how I’ve come to expect them.