Another Saturday of weekend dadness (made up word) before heading to Leicester for the annual Drunk Birders gathering. The evening got off to a good start with a couple of slices of a proper Melton Mowbray pork pie. Nice crisp non fatty pastry with a filling of very tasty cured pork a total of 10 points on the pie scale. A quick bus trip into Leicester and a seemingly circular walk around the cities perimeter found us frequenting a real ale pub that I've forgotten the name of and drinking some very nice real ale that I also can't remember. Another pub (The Marquis I think) and some Guinness followed by a splendid curry and more beer. The final pub of the evening was a bit like being in that bar in Star Wars though with slightly less attractive clientèle. With that very bloated too much beer and curry feeling we headed for a taxi. Thanks to Leigh and John for putting me up hope you got rid of that strange smell!!!
The rest of the day was spent looking at paint charts and burning off the weeks excess in the gym. On returning home I checked the messages on my phone only to discover that a terrible act of suppression had taken place. I remember in our drunken state the previous evening that Leigh and John said they had a surprise for me for breakfast. It turns out it was a home made breakfast pie containing bacon, sausage, black pudding and beans. I'd forgotten they had a surprise for me and probably couldn't have eaten a thing as I was still full from the Indian. I must apologise to Leigh who slaved making the pie whilst missing the omnibus edition of the Jeremy Kyle show. I am assured by John that it was delicious and award it the full 12.