The handshake left my hand feeling wet, not moist, but actually wet. So wet that I had to dry it off by wiping it on my bum cheek with the lame excuse that I was having back trouble. There was no way that I was going to stand there with a wet hand, but I couldn't look at it because it would have been too obvious, so I did the 'ooh my back' and dried it off on my bum. I bet the person meets a lot of people who suffer from a bad back, whilst rubbing their bum cheeks.
Where does the dripping come from? It it nervousness? Is it an allergic reaction to air? The atmosphere? Or maybe they are reacting to me? Maybe some Ying/Yang thing happens and that generates the drippiness....
Well anyway, I can see this line of enquiry taking a turn for the worst, so I think we will put it down to another of life's unanswered mysteries.
Got about 5 mins before Kez turns up and takes me to The Dun Cow for a meal. Pie and chips on my lap in front of the TV would be nice, seeing as I have eaten out almost every night, for the last four weeks. I know, I know.. ungrateful pig....
Nothing else to report really. Off to some country club on Sunday for a day or two. These are the grounds. All looks pretty good..


Right, I am sitting here in a bath-sheet, slowly dripping-dry, better than being dripping-wet, like the person I met today... LOL. Best get my glad-rags on and get ready to eat out, again.... groan...
Ciao 4 now (o:
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