Misteee

Occasionally even the voluble Pensioner must let the shot do the talking. A mistiness descended across the town. And just as I was heading homewards after some most enjoyable early evening carousing, Mr T whistled me up to join him for some blethers and a beer. I think the mistiness had thickened considerably by the time we left after that.
Friday ahoy! Button down shirts and casual slacks permissible. I shall give the brogues a quick buff. Can't beat a bit of the old buffing. And nor can one buff a bit of the old beating, but that's for another time. Pip pip!