With pleasure, fella! No one more deserving than you, either.
Whaddya reckon to that lamp - any use?
Be a bit early to tell. 1-2 weeks is more reasonable depending on how bad the situation has become.
C
As C says early days but just being out of the house today was a help I’m sure.
Anyway, dinner conversation this evening with the bubble (as usual it descended into vulgarity = perfectly normal in a Ford household). I was however reminded of this wonderful scetch which I believe was first told on TV by Billy Connolly:
HRH Anne, the Princess Royal, is visiting the regiment of which she is Colonel-in-Chief and goes on a tour of the base hospital. She sees a patient in one bed and goes over to him, and he turns red and tries to hide beneath the bedspread; but the Princess is having none of this and says to the RSM escorting her "What is this patient's ailment, sergeant-major?" -- "Haemorrhoids, ma'am!" says the RSM smartly.
She turns to the patient and says "Don't be embarrassed, you silly man: in equestrian circles we know all about this condition, trust me. What is the treatment?" -- "Wire brush and Dettol, ma'am!" says the sergeant-major.
"I see," says HRH, and to the patient in the bed: "And what is your ambition, soldier?" -- "To make a speedy recovery and return to the service of my Queen and country, ma'am!" says the soldier. "Very good, carry on," says the Princess.
The next patient turns a still deeper shade of crimson and lies there paralysed with embarrassment. "What is this patient's ailment?" HRH asks the RSM. -- "Syphilis, ma'am. Self-inflicted injury. No sympathy at all!"
"I see," says HRH. "Well, now, single men in barracks and all that, as Kipling says. No use judging the man harshly. And what is the treatment?" -- "Wire brush and Dettol, ma'am!" says the RSM.
"And what is your ambition, soldier?" -- "To make a speedy recovery and return to the service of my Queen and country, ma'am!" says the soldier. "Very good, carry on," says the Princess.
The third patient looks less embarrassed, and the Princess Royal addresses him directly, "And what is the matter with you, soldier?" -- "Tonsillitis, ma'am!" says the soldier.
"How very distressing," says the Princess. "And the treatment is..." -- "Wire brush and Dettol, ma'am!" says the RSM.
"And what is your ambition, soldier?" -- "To get to the wire brush and Dettol before those two dirty bastards, ma'am!" says the soldier