It’s about time I blogged. I have worn my bottom out sitting down over the festive period and it’s not good. Mind you, there’s nowhere to go as we face more lockdown. I don’t mind so much, I think myself very lucky, I haven’t so far and touch wood I won’t get taken by the awful virus. That’s enough said about that thing. Happy new year to everyone.
I Need A Haircut
I’m desperately in need of a haircut. It doesn’t bother me too much, but if I’m honest, it’s looking a little too scruffy. My wife keeps reminding me that it needs cutting too as she does the job for me. Come to think of it, I don’t really have an excuse for letting it get so long as I never use the barber, my wife always cuts it. So why have I let it grow? Probably because I can and I think most of the worlds male population are looking like ‘Old Father Time’ during this past twelve months.
I’ve been sorting through old photographs that were left to me by my parents. There are so many and some of them I have no idea who they are. An example is an old couple cutting a cake and there are words written on the back. ‘1946, to my dear brother on the anniversary of our golden wedding anniversary.’ A quick mental sum shows you that they must have married in 1896! There are no names and everyone I can think of that might have an idea of who the couple are, are as clueless as me.
I Miss The Pub
I miss going to the pub. I am not a big drinker, but the weekends were great to meet other locals and have a good old natter and a laugh. Then there’s live music. Our local pub had an open mic night on the first Saturday of every month and I and the wife always joined in. It was great fun and I’m sure it will return again, but like everyone else, I have no idea when.
There was just the two of us having Christmas dinner, all the plans were scuppered as things took a turn for the worse. However, because we had pre-ordered the Turkey and was expecting that we might be able to have company, we had a bird that could feed 10 to 14 people! You can imagine, we have only just finished the last pieces of it. I’m often accused of talking gobble de gook, but at least I now have an excuse. Next year, I’m having a one-person pork pie. That’s me finished for now and I know I’ve already said it, but it’s a good way to finish the blog, happy new year and stay safe.