3 o`clock in the morning....Doorbell rings
Wifey goes down to answer it, she quickly returns & says
"There a bloke down there called Micky Finn - he says you have to go to work!"
10 o`clock ...I step out of a smelly vomit ridden Hastings to the beautiful sight of lots of water, loads of hills and some heather.
Midnight - all 4 AFs done, new chutes fitted and I`m staring at the dark waters of Cambletown Loch and my `heed` is thumping from the serious number of malts I`ve tried...
Happy days!