Last night I sat up into the early hours of the morning telling Tom and The Lovely Laura just how much Nigel and I had embraced and taken the pleasures and convivial climate of Evesham to our hearts … more than on any of our previous visits, it was if we were seeing the town with different eyes, almost through new glasses in fact.
……… And then, very gradually the notion that one day perhaps Darrell, Nigel and I might even consider leaving Wolverhampton and Castle Greysquirel for the said pleasures of Evesham seemed to gather in my mind ……..
……. the idea of moving closer to them and Baby Iris gave me a weirdly spooky, Derek Acorah, type goose-bumpy feeling both inside and out! I was thinking almost the unthinkable ……. but then again ….. why was it so unthinkable? All I knew, when I finally got into bed, was that I needed to gather Darrell and Nigel round the table in our utility for a family debate, where I could air my thoughts and they could be muted …………I was a little frightened but not fearful, if that makes sense?