Re: Taxi to Tesco Trifle Treat
Yes .... a sad storyRe: Taxi to Tesco Trifle Treat
Good heavens Robert that must have been an expensive trifle I hope you enjoyed it.Re: Taxi to Tesco Trifle Treat
That was great Meg. How the other half live eh?Re: Taxi to Tesco Trifle Treat
I treated myself to a brand new car last month, because I felt like it. I have bought a car a year for the last three years, giving the previous one to whichever of my kids wanted it. Those cars were a few months old. On a whim I thought I deserved a treat for once so indulged myself, but only because I got a brilliant deal. Eldest daughter was pleased to accept last year's car.Re: Taxi to Tesco Trifle Treat
Re: Taxi to Tesco Trifle Treat
Re: Taxi to Tesco Trifle Treat
Going back to 1969 when we lived in a furnished flat in the town centre I awoke to the sound of my baby son crying, I got up and made him a bottle and off to sleep he went, but hard as I tried I couldn't nod off again. It was about 1am and I made a cup of coffee then went to my pocket to get my smokes, they were all gone and all the shops were shut, in those days the garage's only sold petrol and oil, I was at my wit's end as only a dedicated smoker knows, so I put on my coat and went out the door, not sure of where I was going. I turned off O'Connell street into a side street where I heard music and people laughing, it was a dance hall I knew well and I also knew they sold cigarettes, I went up the steps and said to the bouncer "Excuse me please, I'm just going in for smokes." "That'll be seventeen and six please." says he with his palm open, "The dance is over in half an hour, will you not take ten bob." I pleaded. "Take it of leave it." he said, taking a long slow drag on his cigarette then blowing out little smoke circles every second. The bloody smokes were only three bob, so it cost me over £1 altogether, but on reflection it was worth it, I must have smoked 10 before I went to bed. The wife had slept through the night, anyway I was only gone for less than 15 minutes, later the next week when she was sending my coat to be dry cleaned she found a dated dance hall ticket in the pocket, explaining that and saying you weren't there is another story.
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