It's Me.

> A husband leans over and asks his wife, "Do you remember the first time we
> had sex together over fifty years ago? We went behind this very tavern where
> you leaned against the back fence and I made love to you."
>
> "Yes, she says, "I remember it well."
>
> "OK," he says, "How about taking a stroll around there again and we can do
> it for old time's sake?"
>
> "Oh Charlie, you old devil, that sounds like a crazy, but good idea!"
>
> A police officer sitting in the next booth heard their conversation and,
> having a chuckle to himself, he thinks to himself, I've got to see these two
> old-timers having sex against a fence. I'll just keep an eye on them so
> there's no trouble. So he follows them.
>
> The elderly couple walks haltingly along, leaning on each other for support
> aided by walking sticks. Finally, they get to the back of the tavern and
> make their way to the fence. The old lady lifts her skirt and the old man
> drops his trousers.
>
> As she leans against the fence, the old man moves in. Then suddenly they
> erupt into the most furious sex that the policeman has ever seen. This goes
> on for about ten minutes while both are making loud noises and moaning and
> screaming. Finally, they both collapse, panting on the ground
>
> The policeman is amazed. He thinks he has learned something about life and
> old age that he didn't know.
> After about half an hour of lying on the ground recovering, the old couple
> struggle to their feet and put their clothes back on.
>
> The Policeman, is still watching and thinks to himself, this is truly
> amazing, I've got to ask them what their secret is. So, as the couple
> passes, he says to them, "Excuse me, but that was something else. You
> must've had a fantastic sex life together. Is there some sort of secret to
> this?"
>
>
>
> Shaking the old man is barely able to reply, "Fifty years ago that wasn't an
> electric fence..."

He's back.

I was reading through my friends blogs, trying to catch up, and I came across La_Spice ‘s poem about friends. It made me think.

My last blog was a silly little thing, just a fun thing, and I received some smashing replies/comments, that was very nice of my friends.

When I was 20 I moved away from the town where I had grown up and all contact was lost with pals that I had grown up with, a couple of years in London and again I moved on and again left friends behind.

In my personal life I did not have a lot of friends, I know that it was my fault, I never felt that I needed friends when my wife Sarah was with me, yes, we knew other people, we had a night out at the karaoke with them, a few drinks, but they were not considered, by me, what you think of as real friends.

There were friends that welcomed us to their company on our Saturday nights out, the occasional party.

In the last 15 years of my working life I managed a transport company, I saw my drivers as employees and not as friends to spend out of work hours with, maybe my mistake.

I did discover friends when Sarah was ill and even more so when she died.

Eventually, after a period, friends, and family, were inviting me to join them on their nights out. I went a couple of times but soon realised that I felt the odd one out and I didn’t want to come home alone to an empty house, if only I could let the world know that this is a symptom of grieving.

Friends stopped inviting me. It wasn’t their fault they just didn’t understand.

My life is O K now, and I am very happy with my blog friends, I get a laugh and occasionally feel sad when I read the blogs, I have discovered some very nice, and sometimes a bit strange, friends.

Thank you all.

There have been times when I may have;
disturbed you,
troubled you,
pestered you,
irritated you,
bugged you, or
got on your nerves with all the posts on my blog,

So today I just wanna tell you that...

I PLAN TO CONTINUE !!!!!!