Loves a blather...

At dinner at the Glass House, Dad was funny. He told us about Farting Fergus from his army days. He was laughing so hard he nearly fell off the chair. He told us that the latrine was called Thunderbox 3. I didn't even ask. He went to the army after high school so he started University late, which is why he was able to meet my mother who is 6 years younger at St. Andrew's.
He loves a blather as three women have told us. (he loves to talk).