Duffer

This old salt is a friend from my childhood.

The morning after the Highland wedding that took over the village and he said he didn't have a headache, he was just "Dry". I bet he was.

Ally and I tried to guess the units of alcohol per wedding guest, but reckoned it would be better in bottles of whisky.

"Duffer", as he has always been known to all, has been exceptionally helpful with advice and generously helping us out with Sally. His lovely wife F and both of his sons, put up with our company one evening. A lot of chat and dare I say some red.
I may have inadvertently told some old stories that Duffer may have wished I hadn't, but the gent he was, he didn't say a word.



Home a day early after a particularly wet holiday and the boys are "working" at T in the Park.
Me, worried?
Nah!



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