Just been told I would make a good wingman.
I would, but probably be the devil on your shoulder rather than the angel.
After taking my mate to Hoopla, this was the result.
Chatting with my new friend “H”. He’s got dementia, but is sure I must be busy as a hair model & busy playing a pirate during pantomime season.
He’s a gem.
If he didn’t have a family, I’d adopt him.
You know you’ve become countrified when you’re almost shocked by two RTC’s & a police cordon on your morning commute.
On the plus side. The hybrid is in its element. Whole commute completed using electricity.
QT the last pic of you before the world changed four years ago.
15th March 2020… at my friends in Eastbourne, little hungover, scar fresh from a recent operation, starting to see what was heading our way.
A couple of weeks since I started throwing kettlebells about.
Going in the right direction.
Ps. Yes that’s a shaving cut.
Pps. It’s a renovation. The house not the body.