Fare thee well, Amanda. I look forward to The Dark. And to meeting again in liminal spaces. 🖖

I very much doubt that, P. 😉 But kind of you to say so. Take care. x

And you, Wrath. It's been a pleasure. x

But the increasing numbers of bots and the hard-of-thinking means that social media is a far less pleasurable experience than it once was. So, to quote the late, great Douglas Adams: So long, and thanks for all the fish.

You would indeed! In the short time she lived next door, she not only managed to lock herself in our downstairs loo twice, but also drank so much during one of our occasional evening get-togethers that I literally had to carry her home. She has been much missed since leaving for pastures new.

A few years ago, I was walking through the village with our neighbour, the local vicar, when a car roared past us at well over the 30mph limit. At the top of her voice, she screamed out "TOSSER!!" and stuck two fingers up at the driver. Now THAT is what I call muscular Christianity.

Ah. The Bristol Cream. He'll be off his head by the time he gets down to us.

Sherry? That's a bit posh, pet.

Oh, dear lord. That's my Christmas ruined. I humbly apologise, Your Luminescence. My only excuse is that I'm so senile I forget who is on which platform. Which is very Brief Encounter of me.

Couldn't agree more, Wrath. Modern sitcoms make Terry and June look positively subversive.

No tea sellers in Cheltenham, as far as I know. Although I have just discovered a supplier based just south of the town. I might order a range of teas from them and hold a Christmas tasting.

👍

Earl! 🙄

I love a cup of Eral Grey (very Jean-Luc Picard!). But I don't think I'd wnat to drink it throughout the day. More of a 'special' cuppa.

And that voice with its studied poshness. And the smugness that emanates from her in waves. I could go on...