“Tails are up and the cranes are up,” he always used to say.
That was before he went to live off-grid, bringing back memories of tin baths for sharing, outdoor loos, no fridge.
The things that guilt will do to a man.
Sold the rasher empire, divided the proceeds amongst his charities, avoided the Joneses, but could never, ever give up that flourless chestnut, chocolate and rum cake.