Zoë Bowyer

If I weren’t so full of food I’d be dancing on the newly lain wooden ‘dance floor’ in our living room. It makes me so happy!

The men are downstairs polishing off the huge chinese banquet they brought home for dinner. We are celebrating the end of the days of dusty concrete floors with shitloads of fried rice and everthing else that was on the menu of the takeaway.

Last night Grandpops played King of T’more. He had many attendents roll him into T’more Chapel and all his subjects paid their respects on their way by. He may well have shaken hands with most of the folks in T’more. Not bad for an auld codger of nearly 84 and three quarters!