The guy in the next bed really reminds me of my father-in-law (if a bit less pompous). I asked him if he came from Preston.
Close, he said. Haydock, 12 miles away. Did I know it?
Absolutely. I remember going to the racecourse with my father when I was twelve… And also my soon-to-be-ex-wife showing me the Forest Of Bowland.
He said the Lake District was also nice. He’d spent a lot of his earlier life going up there to meet local girls whose knickers didn’t fit.
I said my soon-to-be-ex-wife grew up a Lancashire lass, but came south and developed airs.
He admitted his ex-wife had actually come from Braintree…
He should have met my father-in-law.
They would have got on just because of their voice.