When I lost my Ming for the third time, if it wasn’t for the solace found here in the comforting words of the membership, I doubt I’d be here today.
Thank you, Proper.
This is all therapeutic. I once took him to see Sinatra at the Albert Hall in the early 90’s. Not once had I seen him cry but he absolutely lost it when Frank sang ‘It was a very good year’. A great dad, sorely missed.
I’m sorry ape, I’m not fit for purpose. Drunk or otherwise, that total drip Trumpton submitted two of wettest posts I’ve seen for some time. Someone had to say something.