“He’s gone mental!” she reckons.
Luckily, she also has the Power of Attorney, but now just needs two qualified medical practitioners to confirm my mental instability. Shouldn’t be hard.
Then she can take over all the money, sell the cars and stock up the wine cooler and cellar with 144 bottles of ‘Stolen Kiss’ (when the next vintage is released) to get through another year living the good life and just visit the mental maniac on days when the straightjacket is done up tight.
Larfing my arse off. It is a bit mental really.
But,…. the die has been cast.
The ‘Get your teeth into a small slice, the Cake of Liberty’ tour is ready for take off. 21:30hrs tonight (12th April) Ollie is away.