Pigs flew past the window

You wouldn't believe it but a ruddy great helium blimp just flew past the bar today. I thought it was a pig at first. I say it flew "past" but as we are in a ridiculously narrow back-street, it would have got stuck if it had. It would likely have burst too. It actually floated where it should be - in the sky - and quite right too if you ask me - floated over the rooftops in point of fact. I think it was advertising very cheap and nasty foreign Spanish beer - you know - the kind I won't drink in my bar, but will in someone else's because it's cheap.

Marl woke from her nap today with a headache, so I made myself scarce. Our friend Dave was looking after the bar today, so I went and sank a few with him. I hate going to the bar when I'm not working, but, hey - it's free (as long as Marl doesn't cotton-on). The worst case is that I go for a beer in the bar and Dave or Marl get busy and I have to help. I hate helping.

My teeth are hurting today. I had them all removed and replaced with wooden ones recently - I'll tell you all about that some other time. I think that either they are in need of some Cuprinol, or I fell on my face again on the way home last night...