The bright sunshine is calling me away from my desk and I’ve decided it’s the perfect day for a drive and to visit my dear, old friend Tom. I haven’t seen him in a while, though I stay in touch by phone on the two nights a week that he goes to the pub. It’s the only way I can reach him, as he refuses to have a phone in installed and the idea of owning a mobile is beyond him. He has a host of new stories for me or so he says, and it’s time we went for a bit of a wander, his words not mine. So obviously this means trekking over fields and climbing ditches. Still, if the sun stay out it might not be as bad as I imagine. If, being the operative word. I found out by speaking to the woman who answers the pub phone that Tom will be 84 in June. You’d never think it to look at him, thought his face has a lived-in look, his eyes are those of a young boy. One way or the other, I’ll have a new story for you on Friday. Until then, have a great week.