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The winds that blew the kilt had carried the message loud and clear and Allan wondered whether he would still be wandering or leaping as another year approached.
Did he want to celebrate another decade's arrival with a suitable bevy, ...if so what ?

Allan was going to need some coconuts for his New Year cocktails - now - where would he find those...….

Just then a dusky maiden (hopefully) came in sight displaying a lovely bunch of coconuts.

Allan hoped no one would take offence like before about the dusky maiden with the lovely bunch of coconuts but a drink he must have at hand for the new decade approached fast.....so coconuts tick...what else might he need to see in the New Year...he knew baubles were too much to ask for...maybe some fireworks??....

There would definitely be fireworks when Allan's OH saw the dusky maiden

How to distract OH........Allan thought long and hard.....nope a 2X4 wasn't appropriate.....

the 2 x 4 brought back memories of the times that Allan used to look through the Knot-hole in his granny's wooden leg.

His granny often regaled him with tales about that leg, like the embarrassing night that she lost it;

They stood upon the bridge at midnight, their lips were all aquiver, she gave a cough, her leg fell off and floated down the river

:-D :-D it seems some are tempting fate in more ways than one...

so back to distracting OH......

Fate's fickle finger, thought Allan

Having missed much early schooling he had always been slightly alliterate ;-) :-D

Suddenly Allan woke up...it had all been a dream.....nope...OH had hit him with her copious bag and knocked him into.......

The middle of next week, which means that Allan woke up on Wednesday 8th January 2020.

Quite what this meant he wasn't sure as he had always marched to the beat of a different drum.

So, he thought, reality is really an illusion brought about by a lack of booze.

Meanwhile, OH had been celebrating a later Christmas and had been well fed and had plenty to drink, but perhaps we should let Allan decide which calendar he will follow.

The days and weeks go by so quickly without us missing out a few.

I wonder if there are any left overs for Allan...............

There must have been a few as Allan really was scraping the bottom of the barrel, but whether for solid or liquid scraps he neither knew nor cared.

He must try to contact to his OH, but if he was in the future, and she was in the past, this could be a problem.

Hindsight is a marvellous thing but this year Allan decided his foresight was going to be 20/20 :-D

:-D :-D :-D

The middle of next week has arrived but did Allan wait for his O H and the voices in his head to catch up?

Fortunately for Allan, and for the continuation of this long and winding saga, the copious bag which Allan's OH toted around had been purchased from a medical man.

Not the type who sell snake oil, but the genuine article.

Who? you may well ask, and you would be perfectly correct.

His wife had a mini-Tardis. In fact it was this condition that made his wife visit the Doctor in the first place.

That accounted for his wife, but the voices in his head remained silent, which was a pity really as Allan relied upon those as a type of filter against his OH's constant nagging.

Alan and his OH may soon be travelling with another couple ;-)

One of the realities of time travel is that sooner or later you run into your younger/older selves.

Allan was not sure what this would to the very fabric of nature, other than to cause a ladder which could not be stopped by correcting fluid, but the prospect of meeting a second OH filled him with expectant dread.

Would the older one describe to the younger one all those nasty habits he had developed over the years?

Would the younger one nod sagely, and immediately file for divorce?

Allan decided to consult his older/younger self .

A wise decision?

Allan having mulled over the thought for a very long time suddenly came to his senses.....if he had a chance of meeting the younger OH he also had the chance of meeting the older version of the lovely young lady with the lovely bunch of coconuts....and maybe now she wouldn't think he was too old for her....he quickly jumped into the mini tardis which was only slightly too small for him. The next thing he knew he found himself.............

Floating in a sky of flashing rainbows, with multicoloured raindrops. and fantastical beasts.

He was back in time to the UK, prior to the introduction of Decimalisation, when LSD was the only currency going.

D*mn those mushrooms!