The diary of a bemused Boomer
As a child, I hated watching ‘Last of the Summer’s Wine’, the BBC sitcom about old men with nothing much to do with their lives but fool around. Now, I’m living it. Once upon a time, I pitied Compo, the clownish one of the trio. Wrapped in tweed and a cloth cap, his relentless joieContinue reading “Escape to the country? Why Not?”
I want to ask why is there a dead body outside my shower My wife asks me to bring down the dead body when I get out of the shower. She’s on the floor below shouting up, practicing what I call marriage by megaphone. I am tempted to shout back: ‘Why is there a dead bodyContinue reading “Why is there a dead body outside my shower?”