What has happened Paulus?
S'alright I have calmed (Mellowed?) down a little now.
Been shopping at Waitrose and bought a nice bottle of The McAllen (which slid down very nicely at £30 thank you!), and on reflection it was just that it was the final straw that broke the Camel's back.
So the story is regarding my "little" Godson.
OK so he is 24yo and not so little physically but in many ways . . . . . . .
I have planned a week in Scotland for us in September taking in The MacAllan Distillery as well as Knockando, 18 holes at Archiestown golf course and four nights at a nice hotel.
Now both of us have been negglecting our golf skills for too long and we decided to play nine holes every week and started in April. He was busy the second week and had not made contact since.
"OK ya little bugler" thinks I, I shall outlast you!
Well he must want to borrow some money 'cos on Friday I get an E-M at work from him saying something about when the money is due for the holiday and why are you blanking me or why dont you speak to me.
I then get a call from him Friday evening and he says he needs to see me and can we play golf the weekend and watch the Canadian GP and eat at my place and can he sleep over etc. etc.!
So I arrange all that and bugler me if he dosn't call it off this morning saying he is going fishing.
I am getting annoyed again just typing this so I am going to stop and finish that McAllen.
AND there are Spitfire engine noises coming from around Northolt aerodrome so I am off!