I think there is someone plotting to kill me, I've been shaking all afternoon, I feel much better now I'm back in the pub though. Not seen much crumpet today, I think people, especially birds, are avoiding me for some reason. Sat here talking to my drinking pal, Bernard, he's 96 and served in WWII.
I sometimes tell him all my troubles but I'm not sure if he's listening to me, he just mumbles. He's also in a wheelchair. Sometimes I wonder if he did have the use of he legs, he might just get up and walk away from me. I suppose I'll never know.