For the Old Boy

Thanks to the monthly dose of ancient Egyptian yesterday, a bout of bronchial asthma and my football team losing – again – I’m feeling lousy. I toyed with staying in bed and forgetting things like feeding the dog, writing the blog and putting out the rubbish. But, it’s the Old Boy’s birthday today. It’s a special one with a zero on the end. (For the next four months we’re going to be the same age, so there’s no way in heck I’m saying what number that is.) In honour of my Toy Boy’s special day I’ve dragged myself out into the cold wintry air, to post this blog for him. (I know; how good am I?!) I put his birthday present and card out on the kitchen table late last night so that he’d get it...

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