Well the wind has been nipping round my nether regions the past couple of days. So battened downed the hatches and curled up with a cup of hot milk and the computer. Never mind, still feeling light of heart after my evening with Tony, his sister and our old mucker Dunc. He rolled up about ten at night, sozzled on whiskey and resembling a red squid swathed in Hawaiin fabric. We spent the night chatting about Tony and Dunc's days on the mobile disco circuit and danced into the early hours to Hot Chocolate, Dr Hook, Rod Stewart and George Benson with a bit of Black Lace thrown in for good measure. Dunc left at 4am with Tony's sister. The following day she came round to pick up her electric blue court shoes (she'd kicked them off under the sofa, thankfully I managed to retrieve them from the festering mess of empty takeaway cartons and crisp packets before she came round to collect them). I made her a peppermint tea as she looked very hungover. I left her with her warm brew and just as I was buttering my supper of toasted teacakes I felt two excitable hands around my middle. I cannot contain myself, I want to shout it from the rooftops but for reasons of decency I cannot print what happened that night. Lets just say I have made it through the wilderness!
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