My wishes have been granted, as will yours be if you persevere to the bitter end.

You will have wondered why my posts have been so thin on the ground, almost like hens’ teeth.

I have been pushed from pillar to post, run ragged, hither and thither, dragged through a hedge forwards, not knowing my left from my right, up hill and down dale? And if anyone remembers my Dale Winton story; you’ll know what a harrowing set of circumstances I encountered.

However, finally for one brief moment in time I gained an hour.

Oooooh what did I do with it? Boil a dozen eggs? What do think; I’m going soft?

How did I spend it, binge watch Game of Thrones, read the treat of Maastricht, go long on hours, go short on days?

We have received new stock and there will be photos as soon as my phone remembers what my face looks like… read to the end.

That extra hour? I put it in the bank and saved it up for nothing more than another monumental series of birthday celebration.

Then with that hour, I shall rise shameless with the lark, early one morning, just as the sun was rising, I heard a maid sing in the valley below…

While those who we entrust with our prized sovereignty play bureaucratic ‘Deal or No Deal’, sporting pudding basin haircuts. I partied away the days, and nights with people from all four corners of the earth, every shape and size, gender, colour and creed.

Tarif la Quiff would have raised sanctions against me for this excess and debauchery, while Beelzebub looked the other way and Nigel spluttered into his half pint…

My cup was never empty, my lips never without a smile, time with some of my nearest and dearest, rich in the knowledge that when this feast ever ended, lack of sleep would not be my famine.

I would also like to everybody for their kind wishes, each and every one gratefully received.

One or two, put two and two together, and still got the answer wrong!

PLEASE NOTE:

We will be closed on Tuesday 13th November 2018 and re-open on the 14th.