Today is Stag 'Do' No. 1. A late lunch with pals in Reading, followed by a hike which is brief enough to match our lack of fitness but long enough to justify another drink at a country pub!
There is nothing like getting together with old chums. Actually, there will be a variety of stalwarts from the olden days, as well as a bevy of more recent pals. I'm struggling to get past the remainder of a cold which has insinuated itself into the week like some microbial Iago. But I feel sure that when I catch sight of the boys later, my heart will fill with joy, even as my wallet quails in terror (note to the future Mrs Ches: 'That's a joke ;-).
Anyway, dear reader, I'm sorry you cannot be there but one has to draw the line somewhere. Depending on how I feel I might be late.
Don't wait up.