Saturday, 22 January 2011


for those who wonder Millie is she is a six week old kitten that belongs to my son, Ben and his girlfriend, Amy.
This week Julie and I attended a funeral for a 68 year old golf club friend. He was a Scot and he was a generous man in terms of hospitality to his friends, particularly outside the UK where he owned properties in Portugal and Thailand. But in England and especially at the golf club he lived up to the Scottish stereotype. He apparently died from a heart attack after taking too much of the cheap Thai equivalent of viagra. This is both tragic and ironic as he died a multimillionaire. I had to go to the funeral, not only to pay my respects to someone I liked and who was a chracter down the club, but also to see if they got the lid on his coffin.

1 comment:

  1. The Cat Sat on the Mat...
    The Cat Shat in the Hat...