When we went into the pub on Sunday up in the Waterfall Country, there was a guy sat at the bar (lived right by the place as it turned out), in his late fifties I'd guess, well 'oiled' from having been to some 'do' locally, and had called in for 'one more' and to chat to the bar girls who he obviously knew and they were sort of winding him up as well. He looked at me standing at the bar waiting to be served and then smiled and said ' My my, a man in a dress'. I looked at him and smiled and said, 'I'm Welsh, so at least I'm a Welshdresser'. It gave everyone a good laugh and thats when he starting telling me about what he had been up to during the day. On his way out he made a point and coming and saying cheerio to us all .... he was a harmless soul really.
Iechyd Da
Derek
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