Ah, but when we fail to be aware or remember, we won’t know there’s anything to worry about. That will be the time for our loved ones, not us, to worry ![]()
It was my daughters wedding at the local church. Mrs Fox was taken to the church by some friends while I accompanied the bride (my daughter) in the gleaming white Bentley.
The plan was, that on the way to the venue after the ceremony, I would be dropped off at home and continue on the journey in my own car. Excitedly, I caught up with the Bentley and followed the happy couple to the hotel where the celebrations were to be held.
I forgot to collect Mrs fox from the church! I only realised when all the guests enquired as to the whereabouts of Mrs Fox…She had to cadge a lift with the vicar…She was not happy and I had to keep her in drinks for the rest of the evening…And the vicar!
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When I saw the photo I thought you must have been starring in the local Am Dram performance of “What the Butler Saw” straight afterwards 
Yes! A proper ‘thespian’ Bruce…I think that’s what they called me…

That reminds me of an incident many years ago. I had signed up to a dating organisation and arranged to meet a man. We got chatting over a couple of beers then I went to the Ladies. On returning I realised I couldn’t remember what my date looked like and I sat down opposite a total stranger. The look on his face was a picture. Fortunately my “real” date was on the next table. 
We didn’t see each other again
