Ey up mates, how’s things? It’s been a while since I’ve seen you all, before this bloody virus took over the world. Luckily Mrs Bodger’s looked after me and confined me to the shed until it all blew over. She’s a good ’un, is Mrs B. Endless cups of tea and biscuits slid under the door, and a four pack of Doglegs Old Rough Bitter every Saturday. What more can a man ask for, eh? Well, a blanket might have been nice last winter, but you can’t have everything, can you?
Nostalgia – it ain’t what it used to be
Mar 22, 2022
3 minutes
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