I beg forgiveness for using the last words of a very brave man as a heading to a particularly frivolous post. However, yesterday my new command-capsule-chair arrived which is the 'Good News' but, alas, the 'Bad News' is that I must now assemble it. I shall do that in my car-port because there's not much point in lugging it up to my eyrie if I have to take the whole damn thing down again before dumping the mangled remains in the local tip! The instructions make 'War and Peace 'look modest. The first thing that I found in the enormous box was a bag filled with enough screws, bolts and washers to build the QEII. Obviously the margin for error is enormous! Of course, it is possible that I may succeed in assembling it but will I have the nerve to actually sit in it? I have warned the neighbours, many of whom are elderly widows, that the language in my near vicintiy is likely to be blue. The 'Memsahib', needless to say, has suddenly found a dozen things she needs to see to in Sherborne! So that means I shall have to make my own cups of tea as I slave away. I thought marriage was all about sharing!
