Bank Holiday monday

Mr Lecture is down having his eyes laser beamed. We went out with him and Mother In law (who's down for our lads birthday). He was cracking jokes about our lack of care for him as he had a terminal disease. We went to the Crown, mainly as me and Mr L remembered the girl who served us last time and we both remember she wore a thong, plainly visible to ogling brutes like me under tight clothes. Anyway had a nice meal. No thongs evident. While we eat, Mr L pulled out a squawking mobile phone, looked at it but it rang and he said he couldn't actually talk on it due maybe to no signal or, as i found more likely, just not knowing how to work it (i don't have a clue either). It went off twice but he couldn't talk on it. He said he had mentioned that he was going to buy a mobile phone to his Brother in Law, who foisted this old phone on him at point of hummph. We went to Mousehole and had tea in beech cafe, i went down to the rock pools with our lad and looked for fish with no success. Eventual after a fair few bits of the usual separation conflicts of timing. Me really wanting to go and wife etc just ignoring frantic signals...... Anyway at home the phone rang it was Mr L. The calls to the mobile we his Brother In Law, Mr L's sister died this morning at five.


last week, Tuesday i gave Hotdog a lift to Bodmin Hospital to have a camera thrust up his bottom. He was insanely grateful for the lift it took one and half hours in my slow car. Three hours round trip. I just dropped him off, poor man looked small and cold walking into the reception alone, i guess we are all alone. On the way home i luxuriated in it not being me. Though one day soon it will be or the wife or our lad. One cant get away from it at any time.

He dropped round on our lad birthday and gave us a huge wodge of bacon (he gets that cheep for Bacon rolls he sells )and a present for our lad. He said they didn't say they had found anything up there, but "results" were going to his doctor. What that means i don't know.