A while back bunged all my old dears into one round so one day a month is spend drinking too much tea, chatting too much, talking about how things used to be back then etc etc ... figured best to have 1 slowish day than getting held up constantly and tbh its a nice way to spend a day one day a month.

Last job of day ALWAYS have to go in a for a drink and a chat but really nice old couple ... talking away and out she comes very matter of fact
"he wont be here for much longer - got bowel cancer - probably gone before summer"
ermmmm sorry to hear that says me

"well been here for 87 years - done a lot of things - raised a great family and got no regrets - we all gotta go some time"
feeling humbled by the guys attitude to life and dying the moment was killed when I got up to leave and put my gardiners wooly hat on and up she pipes
"is that to keep your brains warm love" before I could answer he pipes up
"brains he aint got any would have a proper job if he did"
I guess if you're 87 and dying you can say what you like
