We interrupt this journal to bring you a breaking news flash

***Bong*** A Community exhibition will be held today in the Methodist Church hall. The exhibit will consist of Photographs of people, places and events in Brierley through the ages. Admission will be restricted until 12pm to allow the elderly and disabled access. After 12pm the exhibition will be open to the general public.

Now over to Stegzy Gnomepants for news on his Dad:- Dad is doing fantastic. He went on quite a bit of a walk this week and felt quite proud of it. I think he and my mum are quite chuffed with how quickly he has recovered from the operation. He’s going on the same cardio rehab programme I went on after my cardial event. I’ve told him to say hello to Min.

And now we go back to our regular journalling.

Last night we had a visit from a chap from Moben Kitchens (anyone used Moben? Are they as good as they say they are?) After several hours of huffing, puffing, swearing and exclaiming “Arrrgh! It cannot be done! IT CAN NOT BE DONE!”, he eventually gave us a preliminary sketch of a bespoke kitchen. It looked nice and he didn’t even use crayon, so he must have been professional. After a few seconds of haggling we managed to get him to reduce the cost to £5k, the wife would have committed but she is still unsure about the colour of the unit doors, should they be cream and tacky or solid oak and quite nice? I know what I’d pick. So when he left us at 10:30 we both went to bed and had restless dreams about kitchen design.

Jill, the wife’s boss’s wife, called for a chat with the wife last night. Apparently the sleaze bag (ie the wife’s boss’s wife’s husband) appears to be up to his old tricks again. He really is a dick. Jill comes across as dead nice but he just automatically makes me put up my defensive wall. Apparently there is another night out for the wife’s work, to which I have been invited. I think I’ll be biting my tongue that evening if he gets up to the same tricks he was up to at the last night out. Men like him give other men a bad name.

It has also been suggested that I volunteer for a youth amateur dramatics group run by Jill. I’m partly tempted as it would help relieve the monotony of Thursday Nights but I’m partly a bit apprehensive as my natural rapport with yoofs only seems to work with certain age groups. But we shall see…..