I trust that Deb understands about those of us who were, sadly, unable to join you. Fortunately I had not made a commitment since I knew I could not indulge.

Since I am not a gentleman, am not in England, am only rarely in bed, have no manhood, nor have battled upon St Crispin's Day, I reckon Kendall must be distracting us with the "Delights of Shakespeare on a Dreary Winter's Eve", Act 1. In Act II we'll be visited by the "Spirits of Good Humours and the Effervescence of Summer's Kindness".

Equally, I do not blame those who have have not been able to come here despite having promised or hoped or conjectured. We have lives and must lead them.