Monday, 17 July 2017

Fire, Death & Cider

My wife's oldest brother, Ger, died this time last year. He had a heart attack and died instantly.  He was a year older than me.
His anniversary mass was held yesterday, I didn't go, I was doing the catering for about thirty people.  Apparently I'm good at it.  But I think I'm just better at catering than being in church.
Turns out it was a rather fun day and not a bit solemn,  and everyone loved my food. Which is always good.

I lit a fire in the pit tonight, played some old style country music and drank cider.

Friday, 30 June 2017

Coffee Mates

I had an errand to do today at one of the banks at the shopping centre.  Afterwards I decided to have a wander around and bumped into my oldest and best pal Jim. He was shopping for a birthday present for his daughter to give her mother, his second ex-wife. He settled on a coffee mug.

He also showed me some beard oil he had just bought which was on sale, so I had to get some too.

We walked about for a while before deciding to go for coffee.
"I think about death every day!" he suddenly said.
"Yep, me too."
The conversation continued, and we ended up laughing so loud it drew the attention of the other customers.
Jim and meself are in contact daily.  If not in person, then with a phone call or by text. But it has been a while since we sat down in a coffee shop for a chat.
After drawing the attention of the other patrons with our loud guffaws we decided to leave. With our matching SALE bags containing our bottles of beard oil.

We drew more attention when we quite casually kissed goodbye.
Yep, we're at that age when we don't give a rat's arse what people think.

I'm drinking bourbon just now, JB will be horrified.

Thursday, 29 June 2017

Marty is back.

I know, nobody reads this anymore,  but I'm still here.  I hope to get back to actual writing again,  still love you all.

Wednesday, 28 June 2017

Facebook Holiday

I deactivated my FB page ten days ago. It was much easier than giving up the ciggies.  But, like giving up the ciggies, I can't honestly say that I'm finished for good.  (As in it took me numerous attempts with the baccie!)
Anyway, I've had texts from FB friends wondering if I'd blocked them. It's not you, it's FB.