Sheffield

Sheffield

Those of us with kids were talking yesterday about how no matter what time you hit the lights you still wake up early, the old body clock set to dad. I check on Andy, his eyes are closed but I can tell he’s awake. I give up and jump in the shower before heading downstairs to see if there’s anyone up for taking some air. Karl and Alec are alive and up for it so we head down the road to see what’s about and end up in a café. There’s a rumour that Flash is cooking up some breakfast later but there’s no telling how long that will be, judging by the chorus of snores in the house it’s going to be a while. The café looks pretty decent and I order some poached eggs on toast. We head back to Flash’s where people are beginning to stir. Kev looks fresh enough despite last night’s over indulgence. I head into the dining room where Flash has put a veggie buffet on, looks fucking amazing. Under the table lies Jon, fast asleep in his sleeping bag, completely oblivious. He tells me that Jon was stoating about the house last night confused and he stood right on him before falling flat on his ass. the sound of running liquid was interrupted by the sound of pouring every ten seconds or so.

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