Saturday was nice.
We held a reunion of the chaps who were once in QDG (my old regiment) and then stayed on in Germany after their time was up.
We were seventeen present, two AWOL and one left early due to sickness.
I can't tell a lie, it was far better than I thought it would be.
Unfortunately, due to the early start and the late finish, (first beers down the range at 1400 hrs, Steve kicked us out of the bar around 0500) I was rather under the weather on Sunday.
Yesterday too actually.
I'm not too perky today either.
So, needless to say I've done nothing on the End of the World story.
However, that all stops right here and now.
I am about to embark on another literary foray but this time into the world of Mayan mythology, Biblical apocalypse and seedy reporters who find the scoop of a life time only to end up dead with the rest of us.
That's not the story actually but it's along those lines.
Well I see your image has changed a bit compared to the usual pikky of you. It looks like an adult version of Bart Simpson or his friend.
0500hrs finish then? blimey you've got some staying power matey. No wonder you're still a bit under the table so to speak.
Get cracking on your literary stuff, i'm waiting to read some more.
I think I have finally got to the other side of this cough. - sort of. Yes we got the cold and snow so maybe that has helped with the germs or germans as my brother used to call them.
5cm of snow though and the country ground to a halt. What a joke! It wasn't as if we weren't warned in advance.