You know you have been away from Tideswell too long when…Hayday forgets your bloody name.
I was up at my parents the other day and thought I’d nip in for some chips. David forgot my surname calling me Mr Clayton, which aint that far off, but then to forget my christian name too…my god. Its not like he didn’t remember who I was as he hapilly reminded some farmers of the day I cleaned a sheep’s teeth (aged 10).
Hoping to get back up to Tids for the Wakes. should be fun as I actually get paid at the right time to go out and get hammered for once.