John

John and I first met when he, with his wife Christine, took over an allotment plot near ours. A delightful couple, full of fun and confidence. 
John has spent his working life in men’s tailoring, working in all aspects of tailoring, even window dressing. He still works one or two days every couple of weeks just to keep the shop window varied. 
Due to the weather most likely targets were scurrying, head down, for cover. John was foolish enough to wave and stop when I hailed him. Gotcha! It has been delightful over recent weeks to meet new people and reacquaint myself with old friends. They are all coming out of hibernation rather like spring bulbs. 

I have no idea how many “Extra” images we are allowed; here’s another that may show how my rather delicate frame developed into the sort of regulation hard core athlete I became. Dublin 1954ish, aged two. Go ahead, hurl abuse, invective and nasty things. My revenge will be swift and possibly include tickling! 
Mother, dear little tubby Irish mum caught my Gran feeding me white bread dipped in buttermilk. Mum went bonkers and claimed it would kill me, "That will stick to his lungs!" Our family was never meant to be medical practitioners.