I have a problem. No, not a medical problem. (Although a few would beg to differ!)
You see, there is a Judas in the pub. Someone so low as to sell his mate down the river to avoid a beating!
Di asked me today when her "friend" Keith was coming in! I was aghast, how could he? The traitor!
What has the 'orrible crawler been saying? I shudder to think. My stomach turned when she said "my friend". Two weeks ago she was going to kill him!
Sunday will be interesting!
PS, It's 9 years today since I got squashed! How time flies!!