Gary, just a word of caution, Nozzer, one of Mrs D at no 21's er.. friends, told me that he was displeased about her tactiturn approach to er... being... er comforted. When he asked her to moan a bit to enhance his pleasure during the geriatric gyrations, she started with her displeasure at plumber never turning up at the appointed hour and finished with the effect that eggs now had on her "back body", blaming "those buggers who put all the chemicals in me food". Via a succession of complaints that included the washing machine door seal, her unreasonable neighbour's (me) habit of exposing himself, and the speed of the traffic through the village.

Nozzer dines out on this still, although I prefer less forgetful people who have more than one story to share.

I thought you should be warned. By the way, "Lodger" Frank is under the doctor for "waterworks trouble" and might have to have "it" removed. Though what "it" is, remains to be seen. He is a very hairy man, Frank.

Er...Hi Noreen.....Er how ya doin? I have just come back from the milking sheds, and now have marine mammal anxiety. Enjoy Warwick, I'll be in me shorts in Lincs.