The dream

I went into the kitchen and was a bit taken aback. A black marble bridge type structure divided it in half. With small arches to the sink. There, sitting at the kitchen table, wedged in next to this new feature was LB. Wearing a bright red, knobbly knit jumper and red striped shirt I hadn’t seen before. It was a bit of a dodgy combo but he looked a complete chill pill. That cheeky half grin on on his face.

The next moment, he was standing next to me enduring the biggest hug I’d ever given him. He was never a hugger, love him. He chuntered away under his breath as usual.

“Do you like Irish lorries, LB?” I asked him.
He grinned.
“I love you matey”, I said.

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