|Llandudno At Night|
The nights are drawing in.
The weather is somewhat rough and ready.
The fire is warm.
The cottage is cosy.
The closer we get to Christmas ( sorry I have now mentioned he " C" word) the less sociable many of us become .
On a social level, I need a kick up the arse.
It's has become easy to live in the Trelawnyd " bubble"
Bloody hell.....I have even mislaid my mobile phone!
So later this week, Chris and I are off for drinks and eats after work ( fuck weightwatchers). We have arranged to meet in Llandudno ( which is the Welsh version of the French Riviera) and will sit in the window of a nice designer restaurant looking out at the sea.
In a similar vein I have just booked to catch up with friends I have not seen in a while. So I am off to Manchester to visit with old mate Nige, then off to London for long cheerful chats with Nuala, and I need to make some time for a quick overnight Yorkshire trip to see my " All Bar one" muckers, and so it's hands down the back of the sofa time, to see if I can find that bleeding elusive mobile.....
It's time for a few " touch base" texts and phone calls me thinks......