25th March 2024
I drove the two hours fifteen minutes to Whitney on Wye to see my friend Martin. It was dismal, with constant drizzle the entire way. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to make the trip, not that I didn’t want to see my friend it was the distance, and the cost of the fuel to get there. The shogun is a big beast with a thirst, I put seventy pounds worth of unleaded in it and I had a bit to spare when I got back. These are things I have to factor in these days, I had already made the trip once, and I had guilt that it might be the last time I would see him, although I have said that for the last twenty years, one day it will be true.
It was good to see him, even though he was drugged up on Tramadol, an opioid painkiller that he swallows in some quantity.
It is their dogs that bother me, he has two Newfoundlands that are the size of small horses. They barge their way around making it uncomfortable. They frequently send great blobs of slobber in every directions. It has got to the point when Martin, and his wife Liz are not capable of handling them anymore. Not that I’m sitting in judgment, I like dogs, normal size ones, not giants.
When I leave, I’m never sure if I will find large strings of goop stuck to my clothes, fortunately I never wear anything precious that’s for sure.
Another Lifetime to go 