“When the North wind does blow, make sure the gin bottle doth flow”, that’s what my old nan always used to say. Lovely woman, died from chronic alcoholism when she was 42 so let that be a lesson to you. The reason for mentioning wind in the first place was nothing to do with a fondness for the bottle but the storm wot passed over dear old Fannit today. Crikey madam, what a strong one. It fair caused havoc on our beloved island paradise. On the Millmead Estate alone there was probably over a tenner’s worth of damage done. Oh well, it’ll give the great unwashed that live there something to do……. filling in claims forms and blaming the government etc etc. Bless.
Bit of a slip with the old open razor today. Just the tiniest of slips, no pain, no smarting, lots of claret. Back to the old pink water red foam stage. Tch tch. Irritating. That said, a ten second dab of the magic block (alum) and all was well, apart from the red water in the sink. It’s not a very reassuring state of affairs being 56 and still not being able to shave properly. Wished I’d paid more attention to daddykins when I was a yoof. Hang on a minute, he never gave any guidance on that matter at all if I remember correctly. He was too busy up the pub. That will probably explain the allatsea (in his younger days I hasten to add) penchant for being in the damned places every waking hour and the ability to squander very good salaries, very rapidly, over bartops. Hmmmm.
Dad was a bit of an oddball, thinking back on it. Very lovable, incredibly hard working (even with his love of the drink), affable and charming. Also, considering his Erith working class background and an education curtailed at the age of 14, very successful. He was also a blagger and at times a cad and very absent from our young lives. He died young (55) and his last bit of advice to me, and I joke not, was to work hard, earn lots and spend it on women and whisky then waste whatever was left. My mother despaired but adored him. There’s a lesson there too. Just not sure what it is yet.