In our vitual pub, which we know as the Malvern Arms, I thought that we could consider this to be the warm chair by the fire? The place within the pub where you can have a quiet chat with your best mates?
Well done, Budster - 12pp of replies since March 12, so obviously a significant strength of feeling here. Had 10 inches of my gut removed 2 years ago which was a little vexing. Been OK ever since but next examination is end of this year, so anxiety starting to creep up on me.
Had both sons at home this weekend so I showed them how to un-couple the Mog battery conditioner, told them about one or two quirks, and reminded them of the local dealer's presence. "Why?" they enquired. "Well, it could happen at any time...". Stunned silence. Did I do the right thing? My father never warned me of what happens when you get to a certain age or the imminence of the Big Sleep. Perhaps, like him, I should have kept my mouth shut.
I retired 6 months ago. The Company asked me to stay on. Not bloody likely. I've probably got 15 years left, top whack. Not long, is it? So I'm determined to to get all I can out of the time. Four of us out in the Morgan yesterday- great fun, even for those in the back getting blown about!
