sorry guys for the long abcence.
i have just got back from a 9 day stay back in the uk.i had tried my best to keep it quiet as i wanted to suprise a mate.so everyone here was told not to put anything on facebook.
anyway,i arrived back in manchester early afternoon on saturday.i got the train as i wanted to walk to the house so i could have a look at the place.it was still the same.i was excited about being back,but only to see freinds and family,i havent missed the uk one bit,and after 12 months,i thought it was time to make the visit..
jan was stood there waiting for me,it was great to see her after so long.we planned to go out early that evening for a meal with her sister and husband.it was a bit risky,as the restaurant was a local one and i didnt want anyone to see me as my mate kev would find out,and i wasnt planning on suprising him until monday.
we had a great meal,and a good chat.i was telling all the good stories of over here.then jan said"you`ll never guess who`s sat behind you".it was only the bloody landlord and landlady of my local pub.we got the hugs and kisses out the way and i said to keep it quiet from kev.
we were walking past another pub that i go in now and again,and was seen by tony,who shouted us over.everyone was chuffed to see me,especially as no-one knew i was coming back.my plan was working upto now.so as me and jan were getting in the drink mode,we decided to go in my local.i knew kev wouldnt be in,but at 10pm i had to phone him.think i was feeling pretty guilty by this time.it was great to see him and leslie.i think by 01.30,we had done enough drinking and catching up,and called it a night.i slept like a baby.dont know whether it was due to lack of sleep,or the beer.
so that was my first day back.......