Every so often, Liam whips out his abacus for a fiscal review. Nothing gets Liam’s juices flowing quite like a multi-coloured spreadsheet and a rub of his crystal ball. As we edge ever closer to our incontinence years, Liam has decided that this year’s theme should be death and the hereafter, to make sure all our ducks are lined up in a neat row should the unspeakable happen. I’ve parked a reasonable pension courtesy of my long career as a municipal bean counter and I plan to draw it at 60. The beer-bottle budget isn’t quite enough to support our Champagne tastes but it should prevent the need to turn a few tricks for the living dead down the day centre. But what would happen if I dropped off my perch in the meantime? Well, here’s the thing. Through a bureaucratic fluke, Liam would come into a small fortune. When I caught him fingering the chicken wire at B&Q, I knew he wasn’t contemplating Eggs Benedict. I could hear him thinking ‘I wonder how I could string this across the top of the stairs?’
Good to plan, but I doubt the chicken wire is in the spin. 😀 😀 😀
Let’s hope another financial storm doesn’t blow us onto the rocks 🙂
Fingers and toes crossed, Jack. o_O
. . marriage is the end of romance and the beginning of ‘His’n’Her’s’ . . ask any undertaker! By the way, Liam, I know a great investment opportunity. 😉
Well it’s Valentine’s Day and, yes, we’re going out for a romantic meal so I guess romance isn’t quite dead yet! 😀
Jack, dear. Chicken wire? I wouldn’t be quite so obvious…
Oh stuff it, on balance, I think I’d prefer you alive. Tough call, though 😉
Thanks Alan. I’ll be in touch.
Gee ain’t love grand…
😉
And on Valentine’s Day too. It wasn’t planned 😉
Loved this. Watch the stairs.
Particularly popping to the loo during the night 😀
Chicken wire ? No chance. He’ll be wheeling you around in your bathchair for many years yet.
Now that’s a lovely thought! 😀
Laughed out loud at “our incontinence years.” Also glad you foiled the chicken wire plot. 🙂
For the moment 😀