2019-09-16 00:00:32 UTC
Well, yesterday really but I've been rather poor again the last couple
of days so I missed the opportunity to post.
Anyway, it was twenty years ago on the 15 September 1997 that the late
Charles Hankel of this parish wined (or rather, beered) and dined me in
the Falstaff Bar in Brussels, then saw me back to my hotel and kissed me
goodnight at the door.
Doesn't time fly? Umra was but a wean then, four or five years old at
most. Umrats have come and umrats have left us since then and some
reading this won't know what I'm talking about but its good to know its
always here to come home to.