One day I went for a walk.
It was nice.
Michaela came with me.
She is my best wife so far.
She is nice.
I took her up the Transpennine.
It was nice.
It was sweaty.
We took a picnic.
It was nice.
There were some cows.
They were after my Greek Salad.
Which had feta cheese, and olives, and tomatoes, and olives, and feta cheese, and green stuff, and tomatoes.
Nom nom it was nice.
There was a lady with a cute Chihuahua.
She let me stroke it.
It was nice.
She smiled.
I smiled.
It was nice.
My best wife so far stroked a strange man's Cocker.
She said it was nice.
The man smiled.
I didn't like his smile or his Cocker.
Twat!
It was 5 o'clock somewhere.
So we called at The Station Pub.
It was nice.
We caught the train home.
It was free.
The guard couldn't be arsed to collect the fare.
I liked her for that.
Bless.
So it was free and nice and nom nom.
Then I woke up.
The end.
