Aye-up, lads and lasses, runningdog is back, more or less...I really don't want to talk about myself too much, if I could explain I would, but me and reality are only just getting to know each other again.
I've finally mastered using a computer again, passed me driving test, and the quacks say I'm safe drinking beer again, in momoderrition, of course. Trouble is I'm not sure what the word means, can't even spell it.
Some time ago, I'm reliably informed, I was stopped while driving in Bucks, breathalysed and found to be over the limit. Fortunately at the station the desk sergeant realised there was more to it and called the medics. I sort of remember it up to that point, but then nothing up till about two years ago. It's taken me this long to get to the point of being able to use a computer and speak to you lot again. Got to go, I will be back, the fates willing.
Enjoy it while you can, all of it, because nothing lasts..........