If only Inspector Morse was still alive, I could write to him and point this out.
Part two, in which I talk about Waterstone’s and holiday destinations.
Every (old) comedian has a variant on the El-oh-el routine, and although I’m sure one of them did it first, I’m equally sure it wasn’t me.
We could do with a new greeting that intertwines grumbling at having to be in the office, a general feeling of bloatedness and a growing mistrust of turkey and tinsel.
2B. Or not 2B, that is the question.
Unfortunately, in my excitement, I accidentally ate the small sprig of mint that you placed on top as decoration.
In France, I don’t know my arse from my elbow.