Hold hard there ombré! Don’t go down the local without being tooled-up, the kid’s in town, and he’s game for a challenge. A wrong eye contact, a diss in the wrong place, and he’ll react. You better be good, he is, his “High Noon” can kill at a hundred paces, grown men have been reduced to blabbing kids, women have thrown themselves out of high windows, dogs howl in a terrifying way, and babies have given up and gone home.

Brother David (sign of the cross) and wife Liz joined Joan and us for a pre-Christmas lunch at Tenbury Wells. He has recently taken up Uke lessons, and of course once the news had leaked out, it was fair game. We produced two toy guitars and demanded an impromptu concert. Notice the lack of reaction from the locals!

P.C. Bit. No ukuleles were harmed in the meet-up, and no addition to landfill, as the toys were donated to their grandchildren! Great fun was had, which is important post-election, and some good food consumed.