It’s a poor job when folks move all the way to the Isle of Man just to avoid taking their turn at buying the breakfast. And I notice young Dan has taken to running around the Swiss mountains after I almost caught him in Macclesfield a few weeks ago. Perhaps he thinks I’m so senile that I’ll forget what that abomination of a rattly old Foden looks like if he keeps out of the way for a while.
Meanwhile, I believe that Rigsby is keeping his head down until after Brexit in the hope that the Peak “foreign currency” will not be accepted as legal tender after down here after it all happens.
I’m thinking of taking a few pals for a jaunt in the hope of cornering that Webb chappie for a breakfast or two next Spring, I have made tentative plans for the last week in May and the first week in June as I’ve heard there may be some sort of entertainment on hand for those two weeks, We plan to slip in “under the wire” by way of a small fishing boat to Ramsey harbour with a cargo of a few motorcycles to assist in paying for the fuel.
Anyone care to join us?