So now I just have to hope that a certain gentleman who helps the aged of my parish with holiday home bookings doesn't get a sudden flurry of ex-backsliders wanting their old allocations back again...
"Verdant Pastures, Lakeside Views and Sandy Tracks"
Dammit, a sudden and very real dollop of nostalgia then!
And not even Co-Codamol can cure nostalgia...
(good though it be for Neuralgia...)
Now then, who can remember when the sun used to shine too?
Termie, I hope I am not being too "complaisant" thanking you for expediting those applications.
Thanks.
