Oh, the rapier like wit, cuts me to the core. I am, of course, misquoting the alleged stupefied mutterings of St Francis of Assisi. Apparently he said this to some birds and woodland creatures. I'm sure they were grateful. Didn't the Holy Brothers beat this into you?
I've had to lay off the wine tonight, ferrying son to and back from a nightclub full of 16 to 18 year olds from his school. Now waiting for him to get out of the shower, he smells like a nightclub full of 16-18 year olds, an aroma I'd long forgotten - lager, ***s, weed, cheap perfume and teenage sweat and pheromones. Sure it'll be bottled soon "Eternal Youth" by some wizened old fashionista. Plus I've just started a three week Christmas holiday, tree up, shopping done, two trips to Loftus Road to look forward to. I'm in a good mood, even warming to Harold. Bathroom free, I'm off. Cheers lads.