Those of you who know me will be aware of my penchant for wedding cake which has resulted in me amassing a collection of three of them. This time I decided that what with my diabetes and all I should forego the cake and see if that worked any better.
So after eight years I was somewhat confused t'other weekend after having travelled back from Derby (where I am still working) to the family home in Coventry, as I have been doing for the last 10 months to find myself yet again anticipating the carefree life of a bachelor.
We were sitting at the dining table about to enjoy a splendid traditional British Sunday Roast (which I had just cooked incidentally) when the fair Lady Doff, serving spoon in hand, indicated to the peas and said ....
"I think I want to call it a day, do you want peas?"
I gave her words some thought and plumped for the carrots.
By pudding I had reviewed my situation and asked her the essential and obvious question.
"You'll still help out at the Coventry Slot auction won't you?"
She confirmed that had never been in question, so situation quite normal it would appear.
One thing I've learned from these hiccups in life that I certainly shan't be repeating though .............. this time I'm not selling the slot collection.
I could do with a bit of help from you guys though. I need a stunningly decorative woman to accompany me to the Coventry auction and pretend to be my new girl friend, what can you arrange for me chaps we have about 6 months?