Sunday shortie.

On Thursday I ran into an old friend, somebody I hadn’t seen in a couple of years, though we live in the same town. He’s one half of the couple that operate Talliston House and Gardens. I met him through the writers circle that used to meet there, and I’ve done some work on the house with him.

He’d been turfed out while there was some sort of spirit reading thing going on, and came into one of my watering holes with a woman friend. He introduced me to his companion.

‘This is Duncan. He used to come to Talliston for the writers circle we ran. He’s the grumpiest man in Dunmow.’

‘That’s high praise.’

‘Well you are. I love reading your blog, and the fact you’re so often pissed off on it.’

Yeah. I’ll take that as a compliment.