Every day, gentle readers*, I empty this site of spam.\u00a0 There has been a particularly concerted effort lately on the part of someone who seems to believe, and believe strongly, that my life is incomplete because I do not possess an Herm\u00e8s handbag, specifically a Birkin.\u00a0 I know what that is, heck, I even know what a Fendi baguette is, and, trust me, if I wanted one I’d have one by now.\u00a0 So bog off and pester someone else’s e-manor.<\/p>\n
It is a dark morning here in the Kingdom, although briefly a shaft of early sunlight caught the bats unawares, as below.\u00a0\u00a0 After 8 Mince had a most enjoyable (for us anyway) evening on Friday when we played at a charity night for the local church.\u00a0 We had a real stage to perform on, with wings and drapes and everything, I’d honestly forgotten what that was like, and a green room with home made chocolate cake\u00a0 – the groupies were allowed in too (there would have been Words<\/strong> if that had not been the case) and a lovely lady even came to pour tea for us at half time!\u00a0 Peaches viewed it all with a slightly jaundiced, been-there-done-that eye,\u00a0 but the rest of us were fair twittering with excitement.<\/p>\n And last weekend, keeping the very best news until the end, we met Miss Lily Alaine Cook for the first time, and shouted and sang with her big brother Callum.<\/p>\n\n