Just a little update. After Alan's bad fall down the hostile cellar steps a fortnight ago he is making good progress although we can still play the opening salvo of Beethoven's Fifth on his broken ribs. Oddly enough it's not his ribs that give the pain but something lower down. I think his kidney's may have said hello to his knee caps. I can joke now but I wasn't joking or talking a week ago. Anyway he is way behind on email replies and posting etc. If you are awaiting to hear from him he will get to you - eventually.
As for me my Hattie Jacques hat has been firmly planted on my head but apart from having to create ever more inventive forms of broth (the little love can't cope with solids - due to the cocktail of drugs suppressing his appetite and limited periods of uprightness) I furthered my media career today by having an email read out of Radio 5 Live! I say this only to incite Peter Riley to the point beyond insanity. Not as exciting as being on Test Match Special but still cheered up my broth making session to hear my rant against the goons who thought Marcus Tresckothic (spelling incorrect) was a wuss for talking to his wife about whether to captain England.
Anyway the good news (to some of you) is that's we're both still alive (touch wood) and will come out strictly come dancing soon.
Toots,
And lights out!
G.
