I was in Essex yesterday.

A 350 mile round trip for family reasons and I’m glad to be home.

But I stayed at my friend’s place and we went out for a few beers.

Well.

When I say a few beers.

It was a bit more than that.

And it was my best man or ‘TFI’ from this part of my life.

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We had lots and lots of gin and beers and a few bottles of wine with a curry.

We talked of friends past and friends passed.

And we laughed.

We laughed a lot.

We’d already made plans to meet up next month and have a house booked in Warwick for a few days next month.

He got enormously pissed and was apparently making boop, boop noises in bed, after waking his wife up after he crashed to the floor in a heap.

It’s the drunkest he’s been for twenty five years apparently

I’m very proud.

And as I sort of mentioned a while ago, I’m making changes at work although I’m not telling them til January and I plan to spend a lot more time seeing friends next year.

Life’s farfarfarfar too short.

Enjoy it