It’s November 2009, and i’m meeting 2 friends for lunch in Bushys Pub. Richy bravely put up with me living in his house for 3 years before i married my o/h (expecting me to leave after 6 months) and Andy is like Richard Hammond, but more welsh.
We’re talking and i say to Richy that i saw his mum a while ago and ask how she’s doing. Richy’s mum puts my own god bothering in the shade, and is a constant source of bemusement to her 2 sons.
“Fine, ” replies Richy, ” hows your mum?” he asks….
“Still dead” i say, much to the general amusement of Andy and several others at nearby tables….