Cover blown!

Keith let the cat out of the bag on my last posting. Today is my 46th birthday,(for my present, see picture). He came over for a couple of pints,and met Don,(the poachers dad), and Baz, his best mate. They sat there talking about some French coins Keith had got, and archery (Baz and Keith both shoot longbows), well Keith did, but he's too old now! I watched the news!

I didn't fancy a battering on my birthday from Di, so this is from yesterdays mayhem in the pub. Certain information has come to my attention and I feel duty bound to give you all a good laugh. Bear in mind the grief I am going to get!

Di, our beautiful landlady went into the local town the other day. She parked up, went to the chemist to get some memory pills medicine.On coming out, Di realised she needed to fill the car up with petrol, so Di sets off to the petrol station and when she is almost there..........AAHH, the car, I need the car!! She'd walked there!!

Another piece of information miraculously entered my domain. Some time ago, Jez was out in his car, when he broke down. He rang Di up to come and tow him home. Out she came, and Jez roped the two cars together. Off they went.

Now, after driving three and a half miles, Di, our beloved landlady realises that the rope has snapped! Were is Jez? Do wing mirrors/rear-view mirrors spring to mind?

I AM DEAD.