Brother Tam (ok then, brother Tim – it’s a long story) is visiting from Canada.
He gone to his “actual” familly for a couple of days then back here for a week or so, but we had his arrival day to catch up.
Two “grumpy old men” drinking tea and coffee (changed days indeed) , and sitting comparing our respective wear and tear (blind in one eye/deaf/hip/knee…) and reliving our shared history (Then there was that time your dad and I…….), and the prospects of our children.
Of course even my “adventures” are only a small chapter against those of the globe trotting Mr Smith, who even engages my sons to stay at the table (almost unheard of), with his “the time the Elk got shot in the nose” story, and other tales from his travels.
There’s a slight sense of being back in a Victorian novel, when Uncle X(generally laden with treasure) returns from Africa.
Of course I have heard many of these yarns before (I am in some of them), but a good story is like an old friend itself, and I’m more than happy to live them again.
Sadly, life has not laden either Tam or myself with gold and gems, or confederate bullion, or a map with a mysterious X. There are however, other kinds of treasure, and in a very real sense, we are both rich.
Next week on IaDL – A map to Nazi gold and gems you say?…..
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