garfield
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lovely story.....
F@ck him , change of plan . Got this info from the wee store across from me , the B@stard bombed me Grannys Bratwurst shop during the war .....![]()

I offered him a lift but he declined. He also told me that he grudges paying three quid for taxis from the High Street so he'd rather walk and get the exercise![]()

Saved myself a bottle of Red Label: old Mr Martin doesn't drink. However, he was happy enough with the box of shortbread. He remembered me from yesterday when I called at his door this morning. The pavements and streets are covered in thick snow but he'd been for his pape. Turns out doesn't get it delivered it gets him out. (Maybe also a bit of conversation when he's a the shop too?) He invited me into his home and offered me a cup of tea which I had to decline as I'm workingaugie). He doesn't even have a home help as he "can do all the hoovering, washing, cooking and ironing". His wee flat was spotless.
He then gave me a wee sample of his passion: playing the piano. Amazing stuff. He sounded more than a bit good. He told me that his wife died 43 years ago and he's lived alone since then as "she was irreplacable".
What an amazing old man he is.



brilliant , but wheres the pic

brilliant , but wheres the pic
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sittin here drinkin whiskey wee ma 86 year ald grandad, priceless

