Today, Mrs.D. needs a lift to her shift down the mines, because I'm taking the car to attend her first ever boss's funeral. She hasn't worked for him for over thirty years, but we both liked the old fella and thought one of us at least should mark the event.
He made it to 94 and had a great, dry sense of humour - something I always like - so that's this morning catered for.
When I get back#1, Number One Daughter wants to go printer-shopping and - as we'll probably share the hardware - I'm having to tag along.
When I get back#2, Mrs.D'll have fed the donkey team and showered down and be ready for collection again.
Now, where's me peaked cap...?
# posted by Mr.D. @ 8:13 AM
Drinking and Driving (but clearly not simultaneously)
