Pharmacy

Hand-holding at 1/5th isn't easy. Maybe a dram to steady the nerves?
Enough! I'm packing.
Yesterday I bumped into fellow retiree Harold of the one cylinder. A happy and contended man, I guess he was never one for the crowd. Today however I met 'big' S who, as he put it, was still finding his feet. He was a big wig, so he was, and the transition to another nobody obviously hasn't been easy.
'Tis like when I lived dawn saath in the early 80s. Everybody called me Jock, and I delusionally felt I had a bit of a minor celeb status. It was only when I came back North that I found I was just another Jimmy. I did actually get over it, though I'm still taking the medicine. Barman!