IN the history of interludes this must rank as one of the longest . . . It could even be classed as an era. I don’t know where the demarcation lines are on these things. But I’ve still got loads of work to do on the allotment before work can resume on The Crosshead, so we might even be into epoch territory by the time I’ve finished. The good news is the potatoes are through and some very rude-looking asparagus is popping up and looking chuffed with itself.
I have plans to redesign the website before I resume. And I might even delay the relaunch until the asparagus-heads at Newsquest make me redundant, which might be next week, next month or the next full moon – a full moon always seems to get them agitated. But it’s coming.
So I’m sorry I’ve nothing new for you. But this gives you more time to walk the dog, make soup or write your autobiography. And if you’re making a pot of tea, don’t put milk and sugar in mine, ta.
I like the ‘test card’ for your interlude! I think you should run a caption competition … here’s one for starters: ‘I’m not going to put my 50p in and press the button because this old nag’s been taking me for a ride for years’
It’s not good enough for the glue factory, I know that.