The lass who’s attracted to nutters still works across the road, although she claimed to have give up on “all that.” I told her I had and all, but it wasn’t my own choice. At least she laughed. Give me another few decades and I might ask her out.

In the meantime there’s always beer.

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On the Stott’s bus ( motorised breadbin, but friendly) getting here a bloke got on with a tenner or 10p short of the fare. Another bloke at the back shouted: ‘Wots thar short off Jeff?’ And gave him 10p. It’s friendly up here.