No worries here! Aha. I have an opening line for my first Gothic Horror story.

It was a dark and stormy night/ Oh!

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking 13/ Er!

Lymond is back/ Eeek!

Aha – It was the best of times, it was the worst of times/Crap.

Call me Ishmael/ Whaaaaat?

Somewhere in La Mancha/Mmmmn.

OK…There was no possibility of taking a walk that day (?)

Nope. Changed my mind….I write this sitting at the kitchen sink (!!!)

LAST TRY, GB – Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again (Fluff IT)

Back to the notebook :o(