Well, somebody looked happy to see me today!

A day of mixed blessings.
This morning was a review with the quack and most of my results are in, which suggest I am back to being a malingering old git.
Even worse, I have the Liver of a seventeen year old, and as I am now retired, I can't afford to buy enough beer to bring it up to a typical 61 year old pickled vintage. 
A funeral this afternoon was then put a dampener on the day. I didn't stay too long after, but called in to the museum at Portland Basin (Ashton - u - Lyne), where this happy fellow cheered me back up again.