You know when it's a hard month, 5 weeks instead of 4, car insurance (Northern Ireland style), car tax, MOT, plus wedding/honeymoon savings. You are cruising along expecting to scrape through...just!! Then your friendly angling club cashes your membership cheque which you sent in March.
With a two finger salute to my Scottish Presbyterian stock, it's time to break out the plastic and head for the nearest pub, and I have an excuse aswell, our friend Grace is in town for a few days and it would be a shame not to have a few beverages in the sunshine...I'm thirsty and there's a few pints of stout with my name on them.