The life of a class traitor and peripatetic scouser.
Saturday, 9 October 2010
In between working today Monkey and I spent some time raiding my horse chestnut trees. I have mentioned before how much as a youngster I enjoyed conkers and it seems the love of conkers has not worn off. Opening the spiky shell and prising out a fresh glossy nut must be one of life and autumns greatest little pleasures...then you get to wack the living hell out of each other