A procession of lows across the Atlantic: this translates to chucking it down on the Mendips. We have just splashed our way back from Bristol in our Toyota semi-submersible.
My mother has a kind of thing for handsome young men who can sing a bit. This genre includes people named Michael Ball and Alfie Boe, as I have now discovered. All available on iTunes now the credit card details have been entered.
For the record our proximate reason for the trip to Bristol (apart from a visit to IKEA which kinda goes without saying) was to buy some fabric for Clare to sew into a dress; rather paleolithic as it will be done just with a needle. My directions were: a fabric shop, in the city centre, over a bridge, near the shops.
Reader, we found it.