I was being very restrained, wasn’t I? Force of habit as an ex quasi-civil-servant, a charaid!

Just caught up on the statement from DD. Astonishing.

Kilmarnock? Jings!

It’s mutual. Now sitting in Dumfries practicing my glottal stops in readiness for hitting Glasgow next week.

Interesting way to put the question. The top biscuit is obviously the plain chocolate hobnob, it what are the criteria for acceptability? A combination of taste, texture, and dunkability?

😊Great album - my copy is a pre-recorded cassette, so I haven’t listened to it for ages. Must stream it soon.

Is that a Therapy? quotation?

I am deeply jealous of your wonderful labels, and now feel that my jams are underdressed.

Lovely image. Thanks for sharing.

I feel the same pain. Trying to work at home at 30 C and trundling to the kettle on autopilot.

Although it didn't become an international incident until she learned that we didn't have any bacon in the house.

We had a friend over from Texas to stay with us, and she asked if we had any grape jelly for her toast. She was astonished that we weren't aware that there was such a thing.

Strictly speaking, the hospice was in Clydebank, not Glasgow. Apologies to any Bankies scunnered by this mistake.

It’s a very strange, almost surreal, time, lit (in my experience) by shared moments of dark humour. Not least because he was a Rangers fan in a Glasgow hospice run by lovely nuns. I’m glad I was able to share it with my faither. Hugs from me too.

Get well soon!