First Day As A Pension Creditor

My first morning as a pension creditor was spent at a funeral.  A grey morning with a few drops of rain.  Later I met up with the frenchman and the nephew and  celebrated my new status.  The frenchman I have known since schooldays and who has been trained to kill and lived in the Shetlands for a good few years.  He likes his shellfish but not oysters.  A car salesman in Paris will vouch for that.  He had to clean the shop window!  The nephew finishes work around 1.30 pm. So the first day passed.