Vale, 2018

So, here I am, three hours, more or less, of 2018 remaining. It's probably fair to say that the year has been slightly better than 2017, albeit from a very low benchmark. I've retired, although my retirement hasn't been in the circumstances I would've chosen, but having my time back has been positive - I'm certainly not missing work! Much of the year, three quarters of it, at least, has been consumed with considerations of where and how I'm going to live, and things still haven't been finalised. Things are still happening, though - I had an e-mail from the solicitors immediately before Christmas (needless, they've been shut from the last ten days, not reopening before January 2, bleeding marvellous!), so, notwithstanding any last minute snags, I should be back on the property ladder very soon, which will be a major bonus. The idea of my own front door again, after six and a half years, is something I'm very much looking forward to.
All that remains to do is to wish all of you all the best for a happy and healthy 2019. Happy New Year!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

So here it is

Another Christmas. And, by my recent standards, a good one, given that K is with me this year - we've had a typically excessive dinner, a vegan one for K, a thoroughly carnivorous version for me, a few drinks (my girl is snoozing due to 'food coma' at the moment!), and, best of all, her delightful company. So in keeping with my feelings of good cheer, I hope everybody is having/has had a lovely day. Season's Greetings to all!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Bloody hell!

There's a new barman in 'domicile-ville' Wetherspoons, and I'm not kidding, he looks like he's about 15. He's not the cutest guy I've seen in my life, but, given that he's obviously legal, I certainly wouldn't kick him out of bed! Not that would be a chance that he would be interested in me, of course, but I can dream!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B