The imaginary old man was sitting on a bench in the park today, dabbing his eyes with a tissue, tears rolling down his cheeks & dropping onto a generous supply of FALL Bunting.
“It’s not the same now Judy Finnegan has left,” he lamented, “I bought all this bunting for her ‘Couch to 5 metres’ shuffle but she’s gone - far, far away to the Land of Chocolate. I do wish her well though & will miss her profuse sweating & tight ill-fitting exercise gear.....”
If not for Covid (& the fact he doesn’t exist) I would have given him a big old Briggsy hug