A toast ..

I remember meeting my Dad on Christmas Eve once for a pint in the Wagon and Horses in Eccles. The pub was ideally situated half-way between the two factories in which we both worked and, as we'd both finished at lunchtime that day, it seemed like a damned good idea to go for a drink. It's the most insignificant event, an almost hazy memory, yet it's one of the warmest Christmas glows I get when I think of my Dad. I'll raise a toast to him later, and I'll raise a toast to you, dear reader, as we near the Big Day and start to think of the year gone by! Merry Christmas to ya! Enjoy ..