“I know Saint Peter won’t call my name”
Hi folks, The old song line – 24 little hours – rings true once again. A good night’s kip and a walk in the refreshing Spring weather has helped lift a small weight from my shoulders. Nothing serious I hasten to add, just the welcome return of a slight smile instead of the troubled brow. So, in the words of a barman talking to a horse: why the long face? 🙂 Iffy jokes aside, the last few days have been a bit frantic. I had a dose of flu… proper in-bed-hot-and-cold-shivery-flu… not the man flu that we blokes normally get. As in, sssh, don’t tell the wife… a cold 🙂 I was okay after about two days of resting up. […]
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