STAN CULLIMORE

Sitting in our dining room, reliving old times, was a very pleasant way to pass a couple of happy hours. Everything we looked at got us reminiscing, remembering those times gone by.

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'M sitting in the dining room of Cullimore Cottage as I type these words.

When I'm not actually typing, I find myself staring up at an enormous neon sign that just about covers one entire wall.

It reads, "it's Happy Hour (again)." Which, warm and welcoming as it is, isn't just some random uplifting and inspirational quote. It's a line from a song I wrote with a friend many, many years ago. A song that has popped up time and time again on my travels, mainly because an astonishing amount of folk from far flung corners have heard of it. Which isn't bad going for a song written by two young blokes in a bedroom who just wanted to get off the dole.

We haven't always had this shiny neon sign. There used to be a lovely painting on that wall, a most marvellous abstract. But Mrs Cullimore got bored with it recently, so it disappeared one day while I wasn't paying attention. Shortly after which, we visited our son and his wife and fell to admiring the enormous neon sign they had just put up in their house (with different words on it, mind). It didn't take long to find the website they had used and before you could say, "copy cat, copy cat, sitting on the neon doormat," we had one made up for our very own wall.