“I’m only on halves, Ken, I can’t empty that,”
“I’ve been watching you, no you don’t have to blush, you have really got into it today, Frank reckons you could be a Morris junkie, don’t look at him like that either it’s not an insult, If there was a festival in the next town to you would you go?”
“I suppose so, yes.”
“That’s the definition of a Morris junkie, I didn’t even say what sort of festival. Xxnx No wonder you’re in the mire!”
I look into my Nelson’s Blood and smile from ear to ear; I might have got one past Ken. One thing does occur to me now that I have the time to just look at you properly and with my mind’s eye, not just the ones either side of my snout, I am going to ask you a question and I know I have to
