Visiting Relatives.

I went to go see some friends and relatives yesterday. This can be a horrid prospect, but luckily, my friends and relatives are in the same sate as me, but they never had as much vigour.
Here is my Uncle Henry.
He was a bit of a jack of all, he worked for the butchers farm before I left that vile place. When I was young he was mighty fun. He used to give me brandy and whisky and wine, all in the same glass. When I was five I though he was doing my a favour, but when I returned from my travel and went to a bar with him, The Golden Fleece strangely enough, he was still drinking the same vile muck. I had a sophisticated taste by this time. I liked my whisky from the bottle and women to be younger, not older (if you know what I mean.)

This is a woman who I can't place but I'm sure I 'knew'.

 

 

After his brew started to effect him he began to challenge me on all I've done abroad. I think I called him something unforgivable. He pulled a blade and that was the first and only time I have been saved by wobbly floor boards. In his wretched state he fell back on his knife and that was the end of him. I got quite a bit in the will too.

All the best, don't forget to come into The Golden Fleece and say hello.

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Saul Goodfellow.