The B-H Gulls are finished with the sea, now it is time to lose their mantles, not for a while anyway. Every day I have a look at the lake in Lydney, for anything good, and found them there.
Every night, I sit down with my computer, switch it on to Skype and have a chat with my Dad. But, he can't do it, because he lost his computer, it has died, poor old fella.