I have been asked in the past if I would like a job in a big city. Apart from the money why? More to life than that. I'm a west country idiot and proud of it.
Just booked a table at our favourite place to eat down in Bristol as a suprise for the missus in August. She has been a bit busy at work lately so I thought why not?
Having a nice glass of Italian wine in the sun. Being middle age is ok sometimes. 35 years ago i would be soaked in lynx and aramis going out for the two for the two for one offer on mad dog 2020, before moving on to a rough nightclub in Gloucester. Personal growth.