9th August 2018
I took the day off from the house to visit my friends Martin and Liz down in Whitney on Wye.
This is alway a wonderful drive of fast straights and tight bends, just what the Jag likes.
Martin is a walking medical enigma, as I have mentioned before, his doctors notes must fill a room. He recently hurt his shoulders, and I could tell, as his handshake usually crushed my fingers, instead it was weak and feeble. I could get my revenge after all these years and crushed his hands for once, I realised there was nothing wrong with his forehead, and a Barnsley handshake could be applied.
I always get attacked by the dogs, Riley, the boxer is my favourite. Once I get covered in slobber, he rushes off and comes back with a shoe or slipper in his mouth. Often, he will fall asleep with his head on my lap, dripping his juices over my clothes, just as well I don’t worry about the stains on my jeans.
Meanwhile in Hudsonville, Kelli had taken the shelf, and matching coffee and side tables.
Another Lifetime to go 