Hi all,

Following a dream I had last night and somehow remembered, bought back memories about when I and a mate were on a two week territorial army training camp.

At that time in the early 1960s I started work at 6am which meant getting up by 5am I have always tried my best to be punctual and dislike others being late when anything arranged!

Anyhow I somehow lost my watch by the time we arrived at the army depot, I was in a panic!
when I wake I need to know the time he got so fed up with me asking him the time he gave me his watch to use until we went home he never bothered about time and preferred to stay in bed and miss breakfast and me take him a sausage sandwich and wake him then.

We stayed good friends and enjoyed family holidays together sadly he died in 2006.
Mick.