Once upon a time

Once upon a time there was a very naughty boy. The naughty boy grew into a very naughty yoof and that yoof aged into a naughty and grumpy old man after a decade or two of being a bad tempered, shouty, grumpy young and then middle aged man.

Throughout that time the naughty person has never been punished for his naughtiness.

But he has been now.

The sentence, harsh by anyone’s yardstick, is to go to Montrose in Scotland. He departs The Towers at 0500 tomorrow

Deep woe  and more woe indeed.

 

Please feel free to send veg, fruit and salad parcels.

About allatsea

Sixty year old master-mariner. Absolutely gorgeous. Well wedged.....when compared to a Nairobi street urchin. Sorted, in that I haven't been in court recently. Hopelessly optimistic, terminally disappointed. Good with cats and other fluffy things. No musical talent. Generous to a fault provided it's someone else's round. Political centreist with far right and left viewpoints. A green activist from the hydrocarbon position with nuclear leanings. Averse to avarice but always happy to receive lottery wins, gifts, windfalls, legacies, prizes and wet sloppy kisses.
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