At lunch time today, Lord Awful was telling me about an angel he found whilst doing specialised conservation work on a church. ''Did it look like me?'' I asked .. ''Yes'' he replied, ''it was old and dusty and full of woodworm ''
Shh, the poor soldier has had to have an early night Some dusty old angel found him a few desperately necessary tasks today (requiring sweat and toil). The trouble with being old and dusty - I dunno ! , good job there's always a young and fit young person about to take over.
Frank, Frank, Frank ..... I am distraught, and rent asunder. How could you poke me into the ''jokes and games'' category when I am feeling so wretched and my feelings have been laid bare in this way. Can you not see the seriousness of this? Old, dusty and full of woodworm indeed - I need to go for a lie down now...........