Rob in the ‘Hood: ‘We’ve been together now for five whole years’
Locals are making the best of it, getting out and about, albeit during the hours of sunshine.
‘Hey, neighbour, say, neighbour: how’s the world with you?’ If you know the words to this number, then sing along! Things are opening up, too. Ever so slowly, businesses are ‘opening their doors’ again; locals are making the best of it, getting out and about, albeit during the hours of sunshine.
Fortunately, the Beloved Country, when it is not crying, has an abundance of sunlight, and we become ‘little rays of sunshine’; smiling through like we always do.
On with the show.
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And it don’t seem a day too long
This week’s edition of the Herald is a commemorative issue piece de resistance, friends.
It is exactly five years this week when yours truly made his debut as the Uvongo scribe for Caxton. Five years!
That’s 250-plus contributions to the Herald and Bonus, not missing the boat once.
We get Christmas and New Year off for good behaviour. That’s a lot of waffle, folks, but, I have to say it has all been a load of fun, maybe codswallop, too.
But, lucky me: together with the CO we have met and made many friends and acquaintances here, all thanks to you guys and gals.
As the old song ‘My Old Dutch’ laments: ‘We’ve been together now for five whole years, and it don’t seem a day too long’.
Don’t know what the future will bring, so let’s all make the most of it.
Breakfast for twoBack to my opener: the CO and I ate out for the first time since the cursed lock-down hit us all at the end of March.
We discovered that one of our favourite spots was open for breakfast, plus all those other delightful goodies we love to taste. Breakfast! Who could not resist?
The place was fairly full of happy, smiling faces, just appreciating the nice things in life: good company, laughter, the art of conversation, perhaps the odd bit of gossip.It was a good time to take stock: after all, little things mean a lot.
Add a great ‘English’ breakfast; what more could anyone want? The sun was shining (yet again); the perfect country setting. South Coasters were out in force, catching up with the latest scandal. Scandal? On the coast? Never!
All those weeks being locked up literally disappeared in a brief moment. Life, as we had previously known it, was ‘coming home’. If we can get through this testing time, we’ll be laughing all the way to the bank. Or crying when we come out of the bank, having looked at our diminishing bank balances.
Always look on the bright side, friends. After all, the CO and I received yet another ‘inheritance’ from ‘good old Bill’. We are so loaded, we just don’t know what to do with all these oodles of boodles.Promises, promises I promised the CO and even myself that I would not mention English football in these columns ever again.
I had run the gauntlet of triumphant local Scousers ‘rubbing it in’ that Liverpool had won the league. It was a period of reflection and philosophy. I said to myself ‘it’s only a game of football’. Worse still, in our next match we (and we all know who ‘we’ is/are!), would be playing Liverpool, champions-elect, and having to give them a guard of honour before the kick-off.
Blues fan, Mike Berry, resplendent in his City bullet-proof shirt and mask, popped round to watch the game on television. We stared at the screen in muted silence. But life is full of surprises, shocks, even miracles.
Our beloved City smashed those Reds, 4-0. Four nil! Life was beautiful once more.
I’m a simple soul, really, easily pleased.
See you, Rob.
PS: The ed won’t mention the Southampton score, then.
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