Over dinner I, after a day of an unusual spirited himslef, I asked Sam why he was so ……..well not his usual self?
“I can’t believe that that seat/place is mine, until I get it in writing” was his answer. And I do understand him, there is no is no jubilations until it’s all done for – that is – until the fat lay sings ROFLMAO. And we have to wait until the 22nd of July to find that out. Pueehhhhhh.