…reading the threads on here regarding the possible strike action(s), the weather, gas, electricity and petrol prices through the roof, banning everything that’s half pleasurable and if they can’t ban it then tax it to the hilt; the list goes on and on.

It reminds me of the early 70’s when I first started work and was subjected to the 3 day week, only I wasn’t allowed time off being the newbie and had to man my desk by the light of a hurricane lamp, wearing my overcoat and my hands freezing to the telephone.

And then there’s a ray of light on the horizon; I’m off to BGI tomorrow to celebrate my half century and suddenly I don’t give a toss.