Before we start Part V of The Glorious 12th (there’s only six parts), here’s a request I just found in my Comments box. Hopefully one of you can help the mysterious “how to make cbd oil with no thc” (that’s an anagram of Dobbie).
Alternatively, if you are Max Stevens, you’re in demand.
You left me with Mrs RM and BRAPA. At least one of them is “Precious Cargo”. My AYGO is rather precious, too, and I was pleased to be able to get back and drop Simon at the Sheffield Tap before any leakages.
Frankly, despite sticking to the non-alcoholic beers and avoiding coffees it was me who was struggling.
I thought the queues were for loos but it turned out they were just for Turkish barbers.
So I pressed on, west of town, to a third Spoons of the day, which was bound to have a big toilet. It was packed with students, and I wasn’t joining a queue.
The first two days of (relative) freedom have seen the streets packed with youths with strong bladders. Us Old Codgers will find the combination of weaker bladder, excess beer and the cold a recipe for some distress, I fear.