Of course you are, Richard.
No, I'm afraid Reginald and I never did move in Ping-Pong circles We moved in other circles, Richard, and those circles moved.

But would that have been one of the De Bernays? I do remember a Bertrand De Bernay. Dear darling Bertrand. He was a member of Reginald's lodge, you know, and along with myself and Sir Rupert Bletherington-Farquar, we often enjoyed his company, punting along The Backs, down towards Grantchester. Oh, England!

The others, I'm afraid, we never quite mixed with, although, looking back, we were often quite kind to the common people.

I am delighted, though, that you like my little poem. As I composed it 'off the cuff', as it were; on the spot, and all of that, eh?, I had never thought of it with a melody. Rather, was I moved to verse to express my regret at the loss of everything that we hold dear. Good Saint George, and onward into the fray, what? But I think something by Sir Edward Elgar would be appropriate, and perhaps a little Vaughn Williams; Henry the Fifth, perhaps, as the focus of the camera pulls back, so to speak.

If I get so moved, perhaps I can compose more thoughts and share them with you. This is such fun.

Carry on!
:) H H-S