Green grow the rashes, oh…oh dear…
Meanwhile, just to throw in something completely irrelevant (it is a public forum, after all) I had a great dream last night. It started in the local 17th/18th-century graveyard, where I met a woman crying her eyes out. It turned out to be PJ Harvey (an alt-Pop singer, if you don’t know her). To cheer her up I invited her back to our house to taste my wife’s MAGIC mincemeat pies…as you do. PJ really loved them, and became transformed. The next scene had me looking at my online bank account, and discovering that PJ had deposited a MILLION pounds in gratitude. We bought a town house in Jedburgh in the Borders. And so it ended.
Not sure what the second one is revealing, Pete, but I do prefer the original. Nice to know you are still in your salad days…