When I get a message my phone gives a gentle little ding. But when the fatigue bell goes it’s more like the sound that made Quasi Modo deaf. Pardon?
It went last night at eight o’clock as I drifted off on my new reclining chair. I just about managed match of the day. After waking up in my pit at 11.30ish it’s back to the chair.
That old hunch back is swinging on the bell ropes laughing hysterically at me in his Charles Laughton accent.
Have a great one Steve. I lived for a while at my mum’s house on Buchanan Road just off the main road to Liskeard and used to get the ferry over to Liverpool to work (I worked at the Liverpool Buildings). Would like to say happy days but …