Happy Birthday H

My friend and ex-singing partner, H, is 60 today.

Let me say that again.

Sixty.

We've just been for lunch at the Cooper Art Gallery in Barnsley (very nice) and then had a steady hike around the (charity) shops and bookshops.

We were laughing because as folkies we've always lived on the scrag end of nothing. No one ever goes into folk singing for the money, believe me. As I said to footlingagain  yesterday:
What would the folksinger do if he won a million pounds?
Keep gigging until the money ran out.

So bearing that in mind, H is now looking forward to her first state pension payment because for the first time in many years she'll have a steady income that's actually more than folksinger income[*]! Whoo-hoo. Yay for the state pension! Bring it on!
:-)
Ha!

[*] That's nett income after expenses of course

Happy Birthday H

My friend and ex-singing partner, H, is 60 today.

Let me say that again.

Sixty.

We've just been for lunch at the Cooper Art Gallery in Barnsley (very nice) and then had a steady hike around the (charity) shops and bookshops.

We were laughing because as folkies we've always lived on the scrag end of nothing. No one ever goes into folk singing for the money, believe me. As I said to footlingagain  yesterday:
What would the folksinger do if he won a million pounds?
Keep gigging until the money ran out.

So bearing that in mind, H is now looking forward to her first state pension payment because for the first time in many years she'll have a steady income that's actually more than folksinger income[*]! Whoo-hoo. Yay for the state pension! Bring it on!
:-)
Ha!

[*] That's nett income after expenses of course

Let's hear it for the folk singers

Let's hear it for the folk singers