|Easy on the toes|
|Musta costa fotune|
VR looks up from her smartphone and tells me Russian TV has sent Salisbury a chocolate model of the city's cathedral.
As a goodwill gesture!
Where KGB agents, recorded almost continuously on CCTV cameras, and subsequently identified by their fake and real names, strolled from the railway station and sought to poison two Russian natives. They failed. However their discarded poison (in a perfume aerosol) was picked up by a woman and it did for her.
More like: Yah-boo, catch us if you can.
The leg throbs and I shall shortly take a hot bath which won't do any good at all. But it will be a pleasure working the new lever taps with my toes. A step towards paradise on earth.
Far too much of The Observer’s full-colour supplement is devoted to fashion which is of no interest to me. However, flicking through the pages some weeks ago I paused. Said to VR, “Just for once, something that appeals – a Paul Smith scarf.” Guess what I got for Christmas. It’s gorgeous except for the fact I’ve forgotten the price, only that it was monstrous.