Sadly I have succumbed to what the Doctor-Johnnies call 'a virus' . I rallied briefly this afternoon, but sadly have faded again this evening.
So, please look after yourselves as I retire to bed with a hot water bottle and P G Woodhouse.
(Mamya, get my raffle tickets, please. Don't want to miss out.)
stick my head around the corner to say hi and night - family in from the Island of Sweaters somewhere off the land of Les Escargots so been out to dinner.
Hope you feel better with the hot watter buttle and the Wodehouse, LadyA - though I suspect the bottle may be holding many a snorter of the Scottish amber medicinal hooch???? And I can't say I blame you.
Due to lack of numbers and certain members of staff (they don't make Butlers like they used to) plus the abounding rumours that the croc is loose, doors will be closing very soon. Huggahuggas are available as carry outs if required. All coats are in a pile where I threw them and the Rofl will roll over until next week.