Still counting down, and still finding the waiting hard.We went on Saturday to Preston to see my son’s choir (The British Aerospace choir from Warton and Salmsbury) sing at a recording of Radio Lancashire’s Christmas programme.
They were excellent.
And afterwards we went to Frankie and Benny’s in Blackburn for a meal. I ordered a rack of ribs and ate the lot. I felt quite chuffed about that. Tonight we had mackeral and chips, and I ate a normal helping. I’m sure my intake limit is increasing.
Only one problem. All these women keep saying my new curly hair looks “cute”. “Cute” – I ask you, is that the label to apply to a grumpy old man in his seventies.
I think Scrooge had it right.
Ba! Humbug! To the lot of them.