Arch said:
An accident that I hit her. I was waving my arms about in triumph at winning, and the racquet slipped out of my grasp....
oooh, is that Battenburg? May I?
Now, who just bites in, and who peels off the marzipan and separates the squares to eat them...
sometimes one way, sometimes the other. I'm changeable like that.
I looked on amazon for that book. Handy hint - if you do an amazon search on 'backroom boys', the 6th book in the list...well, let's just say it's not about applied boffinry. I'll be doing my reputation no good at all.

*pointedly avoids shower, cold or otherwise*
The Dalek is now on my mantelpiece, dominating various things including a ceramic fish I got from Greece. I'm aware that this sounds as if my house is full of daft knick-knacks and wooden animals from around the world, but it's not that bad. Although I was very tempted by a small glass kangaroo in Sydney airport. It had a small pack of vegemite in its pouch.

Anyone heard from Speicher today?