Last night a great friend of Mrs P_F passed away
He was one of the gang that took her to the sandpit where she met me.
He was a great musician, poet & songwriter.
He found work after music in the Event Business. He fell into the darkness of the sandpit where he never got paid.
It affected his health, he bounced his rent cheque & got jailed.
We got him home, but his past few years were spent in hospitals and last night he passed.
Covid meant we couldnāt see him, it breaks her heart.
So yes, know how today has felt CB.
Ffs.
So the brewery up the road sells draught ale in plastic bottles.
It tastes like Summer Lightning.
The annoyance? The glass bottles version tastes like shit plastic bottle āfreshā draught only lasts about 7days best inside 2
Lots of weekly trips coming up then
Gutting to hear it. I have been through similar lately and have exactly the same pangs of regret that you do, as well as the eventual conclusion.
Life is too short, nowt is guaranteed and we should all spend more time with our loved ones.
I was away yesterday at an old mateās funeral. Great lad, good footballer but above all a much loved family man.
A very hard day for a family.
Amazon leaving parcels containing books too big for the letter box on the doorstep when itās pissing down with rain - and they have a note where to leave stuff !
Amazon leaving parcels on doorstep and the app saying they have been handed to resident. Then not being on the doorstep when you arrive home.
Cunts
After 11 days of self isolation, living a life of solitary idleness without feeling ill, I now have to get up at 8.00 tomorrow for the Sainsbury delivery.
Good to get back to the real world, but it has its bad points!
Airport transfer to the mountains
Just as a severe weather warning hits
Ffs.
Looks like Iām in for a blow job
Oops
Blowy
That improves it how?
So are we.
Speaking for myself, Iām hoping it will be provided by Eunice rather than Dudley.
To be honest, if you closed your eyes and didnāt know would it make a difference?
Iāve just had to go and rescue all the recycling from the back yard after my tub was blown asunder. As much of a pain in the arse as it was, better than having empty cans fly about as missiles later.
Interesting. I didnāt know youād served time.
Heās fucking here, isnāt he?
Having to schlep up to the office in London to meet suppliers. Iād forgotten this time exists.
Old ditherers travelling
I cannot wait for the cruises to get back on it again
Youāll be old one dayā¦cunt.
Itās not their age Per se, itās the dithering and dawdling in airports that kills me. Granted there are some of more tender age who are as bad, but as a rule the grey rinse brigade are the world champions. Have you ever tried flying out of Bournemouth? It can reduce a grown man to tears of frustration
Why for the love of fuck have you spent the last 20 mins in the check in queue and not got your passport out
Ditto passport control
And donāt even get me started on the security bag queue and general faffing trying to get on and off the plane
Seriously- itās not fucking difficult