The Man With The Hat

The weekend was spent with Mike and Rosalind over at Graeme’s place. We visited the local pub for a few beers and then had a fantastic stew with dumplings that Annie made, and i had seconds!


(brother looking quite funky in his hat)



After dinner the brandy and wine came out and by a certain hour, I was told the following morning, I had fallen asleep at the table.

Felt a little rough on the Sunday, but still managed to enjoy lunch at a Wetherspoons on my way back to Kent.

During Sunday and through to the following morning cousin’s last remaining cat was to pass away. Tim buried her early this morning before I was up. She now lies with her auntie Wallace. It is weird how we can become more upset of a pet than another human being, but that is the nature of unconditional love. Jasper had a good life and lived a full 16 years. As for my cousin he can have closure and that with time the pain will go away.

Anyway, terrible joke time -

What do you call a female who loves to wear synthetic fabrics? Polly Esther ! (Boom boom!)