I’m sat in this posh venue I can tell that it is posh because the leather seats are genuinely made of leather and the cost of my coffee tells me I must be drinking ‘gold leaf!’. . .

I’m not sure how to behave!. . .you see I’m so used to sitting on worn seats and in slightly weathered places. . .

I kind of feel a little. . .’uncomfortable!’. . .

I really want to take off my shoes and kick back. . .

I want to seriously ‘slob out’ on these expensive looking seats, but I’m sure it would be frowned upon, by the immaculately dressed staff! . .

It’s funny how with age we begin to understand ourselves!, what we like, what we don’t!. . .what makes us tick and what gives us the most enjoyment.

I recall the days when any venue would do as long as the drinks were cheap and the music loud!. . .

Now I’m a bit more selective. My ears won’t tolerate loud noise for a length of time. . .I’m fussy who I let sit at my table. . .and I am very selective with whom I talk to. . .

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