Before I post this item may I suggest that you visit and read this post to get an idea of what is going on.
Then there were three, but now there are only two of us left. My Best friend died earlier this year. The other friend decided that we should discontinue the Din-din Club because as there were only two of the original eight left it was pointless carrying on, and he wasn’t feeling to well himself.
I suggested that we have one last dinner together and to toast to “Absent Friends” and then call it a day. He said OK, providing I did a “Galette Complète” with a “Salad Niçoise” (his favourite meal).
After the meal there was none of the usual jollity, beer and playing cards, poor Robin is an invalid now, he has to use a walking frame. He just wanted a cup of tea and to reminisce of our times in the Army, i.e., being shot at in the Suez Canal war and other delights!
Afterwards I drove him back to his lonely little flat where he can no longer cook and clean for himself, and has to rely on carers and ‘Meals-on-Wheels’. As I drove back to my house I thought there, but for the grace of God, go I.
Now I need someone to make a nice comment to cheer me up now.