As of about 2:15 PM tomorrow arvo, me and Charlie are gunna be batchelor boys for 5 weeks.
The missus and youngest daughter are flying to Berlin to see Oma (Grandma) who's starting to get on a bit now but she's going not too bad for her age.
So me and the Sausage Dog are holding the fort in the meantime.
I think that we should be ok by ourselves.
Come to think of it, a Pizza and Beer diet never killed anyone that I know of.
Charlie doesn't mind a chomp on bit of Pizza occasionally and he's not that keen on cold beer so I'll have to look after that department.
I reckon that tomorrow arvo on the way back home from the airport, I'll call into Bunnings and buy one of those blue plastic tarps to put on the lounge room floor.
There's one thing that pisses me off is getting bits of carpet stuck on the tyres of the Honda 4.
Somebody once told me that what you don't know won't hurt you.
So if the missus don't know, then it's all good.
But if the missus does finds out, this batchelor boy is gunna be a dead fcuking duck.