Can the bus pass be far behind?

Obviously not, judging by a chance remark made to me after this morning’s service. ‘Doesn’t my son come to church with me,then?’ (Thinks: Odd question, of course he doesn’t; he lives several hundred miles away!). It took a while for the dreadful truth to sink in… they were referring to Mr M! My very own Milk Tray Man, last seen cavorting with my good self at the previous night’s Burns Supper. Speechless!! Granted I might be looking a teensy bit under the weather atm, but still… Help! I must be turning into a Pepperpot. Fetch me my bus pass.

Mr M, needless to say, is thrilled to bits!

Hah!