The Caterer wrote:

I lived in the East for a very long time and know how these things are done......

We'll have none of that around here, thank you, and please put that copy of the Tantric Times back in its brown paper bag, ma'am! Our hampers will be as pure as the driven snow. In fact I have a suspicion that pure hampering is something we may even excel at.

My own contribution will be modest, and suitably ethnic - Moggerly-na-Muck, a Cork delicacy from olden days that I hope nobody here or on the receiving end of the hamper is inclined to translate before they eat it:



As this is still a pub (I have the toilet graffiti to prove it), I recommend the above to be washed down with a cold Murphy Irish Stout, once a refreshing beverage from the same city as the dish above but now a derogatory though accurate family-specific commentary on current Irish demographics and general health standards.

What is the caterer going to do about intolerant people going into anaphylactic shock on the pemises?  Just looking at a plate of nordmann's Moggerly-na-Muck being served at the table next to you could bring on a nasty seizure.  As for MM's nipples...Do we have any of those EpiPen Adrenaline things, like in Pulp Fiction?

We need an official food-taster to prevent patrons being inadvertently or even advertently poisoned. I'm not volunteering...

That Paul Hooywood tastes everything in sighr - he'll do. Good idea temps.I am wondering wha to put into Mr Marcon's Hamper.

Then what about a Res Hist hamper for Mr Corbyn?.... something retro and fir for comrades at a guess.

Plates of finger food for th Houses of Parliament will be a tall order - but Res Hist can cope.... not raised fingers may be tempting but do with care. Then a special hamper for Mr Bercow might be a challenge but interesting.

Come on posters we have work to do! Others seeking space  for hefty post might try  The Loft for higher thought, The snug for cosy chats or the cellar for undisclosed activity.

What's with all these "personalised goodies"? That day is over, mate.

In this bar we make single market hampers only. Those feeling stupid or entitled enough to demand cherry pickings on their cake and eat it can crash out and make their own.

Anyway, whether you call it a food parcel or a hamper, you'll be grateful for what you get soon enough. While the gastro thing is underway here I suggest in fact that you start practicing now ... you'll eat up your Moggerly-na-Muck and be bloody grateful for 'em, little miss!

(Come the unicorns, those with food intolerance will be treated no different from any other intolerant and stand in queue with the rest of them at the distribution centre of their choice - I suggest the Holyhead Centre for those with a hankering after Cork Muck, those who prefer European Muck can head for Dover and die of starvation while they wait in the 45 mile long queue - but remember, they haven't made an EpiPen for that one yet!)

Rubbish, customised hampers are all the rage - AND - we could include toothpicks AND nit picks - named even in several font choices and sizes. Bug nit picks are a bar speciality, surely? Could even do them in languages..... obscure ones are even more fun.

Your Muck-muck ones could be taken by teams of trained pigeons to Europe. I bet GG could make this possible. MM might get badger drawn carts for the tunnel to provide Europe with hamper fare - we are resourceful people we Brits...… and we love hampering and such.

Ironic how the word with which you started your post is the very thing that might well become the staple diet in the land of unicorns soon. As the bearded continental gentleman dressed only in a little girl's underclothes once remarked - t'was but a Freudian slip, I think.

But a great suggestion for the food parcels, all the same. Much easier to prepare than Moggerley-na-Muck (and way easier on the ears for anyone living next door to a Cork piggery). You can expect your first consignment soon - I'll send you directions to Holyhead so you can get in ahead of the ravenous posse.

(Bring your own EpiPen - you can use it to scrawl an apology and "thank you" note to send back to the Muck-spreaders)

But this is the ultimate goal, Priscilla. What can be in those hampers that has thrilled the royal gals so much? (Don't answer that one, nordmann.) We can surely better anything offered by F & M - whoever they are.

A Royal Warrant - complete with that dear little unicorn - could be ours. Imagine the boss's pride as he nailed it over the bar! Purveyors to Her Madge of Res His Right Royal Boil-in-the-Bag Ready Meals (best to boil everything prepared here).

While the ultimate goal may well be, like these three nobs, to escape the lunacy of unicorn land disguised as Christmas hampers, I'm not sure (though not at all surprised to see these particular geniuses opt for it) that this is the cleverest method at all.

At least some poor wallies who place first dibs on the parson's nose when one of these three turkeys comes out of an oven this yule is in for a rather rude surprise!

Still, infinitely better than hanging around the ever more septic isle for the foreseeable, I'll give them that.

Whatever His Nibs wants as a crest someone had better take it off the one on the counter for Mr Trump. So who thought to adda bowl of Mirco Your Own Kurds and Away - and the  vodka flavoured  Turkish Delight might  be a too Syrypy.

Ah well I bet there will still be people trying to get into our septic isle - not nice but things do try to get in - actually I thought them fascinating during my rural childhood days but was not allowed to collect them.

Not very exciting but could we rustle up some coffee?  It may sound strange but if I was early for the bus from town I used to go to an alehouse near the stop and have a coffee and watch through the window for the bus coming.  (Alcohol can act as a soporific for me during the day).  Last time I asked for a coffee the gentleman behind the bar said that the coffee machine had broken and it wasn't worth his while to have it repaired.  Sorry my idea isn't as inventive as those of some other members of the site.

I'll send word immediately to the charity volunteers assembling in Cork even as we speak to make sure that at least some of the food parcels heading your way soon include a jar of the granulated stuff.

They'll come with their own cup ....

Now there's a thought; personalised mugs. You may well want to design your own - and perhaps a site  design  = Res Hist set of mugs fir gifts, even? The ones I really like but am not allowed in myhome are those with chalk board surface on which one can chalk names, messages, reminders, insults etc. Get creative. Of course black edged ones for closing down bar might be needed if the patrons cannot be tempted back in.

nordmann wrote:

I'll send word immediately to the charity volunteers assembling in Cork even as we speak to make sure that at least some of the food parcels heading your way soon include a jar of the granulated stuff.

They'll come with their own cup ....

Kitileaks has reported that Boris Johnson has offered Larry to the DUP and that they are seriously considering his offer. They weren't interested in Cornwall and the Crown Jewels, but Larry - now that's tempting. And he is a sound Proddycat.

But will there really be granulated coffee in our food parcels from the Squeaky Clean Other Isle? Luxury! I'll stop collecting acorns then.

LiR - we used to have morning coffee in the bar ages ago in livelier times. Normanhurst and Islandawn, two posters from whom, sadly, we no longer hear - were in charge and provided really posh stuff: green, roasted or ground, according to taste. Nielsen came round with delicious Danish pastries every day. After 31st, all Brits here will be served, if they are lucky and ask nicely, with Morrison's Basics Acorn Gold and their Use Before 31/10/19 Brexit buns.

Brexit Nous Avons Un Deal! champagne anyone? No bubbles, I'm afraid and it's tepid, not icy-cold and sparkling.

Crossed posts - ah - mugs. No comment.

Temperance wrote:

LiR - we used to have morning coffee in the bar ages ago in livelier times. Normanhurst and Islandawn, two posters from whom, sadly, we no longer hear - were in charge and provided really posh stuff: green, roasted or ground, according to taste. Nielsen came round with delicious Danish pastries every day. After 31st, all Brits here will be served, if they are lucky and ask nicely, with Morrison's Basics Acorn Gold and their Use Before 31/10/19 Brexit buns.

Well now that the food parcels of instant coffee are getting through I can at least offer the bar's clients some viennoiserie to have with it. I baked this lot this morning, but it should still be good to accompany an afternoon coffee-break:



croissants, pain au chocolat, pain aux raisins, brioche, white and wholemeal rolls ...

far too good, MM for hampers. I want some. Now.

Looks beautiful, MM, and quite take the winds out of my sail [but always my trousers, alas!]

I was quite prepared to ramble along the lines of 'When opening the doors to these ancient halls, then why am I being pestered by ads from banks or whatever wanting to push loans at mere 700% p.a.? Those money-pushing blighters ought to be hung, drawn and quartered!'.

Now I'll settle for few pieces of pastry and, just grumble gratefully to MM and perhaps others.

Edited because of crossed posts with Priscilla, perhaps you could be tempted with a little tawny port?

I also baked a small loaf of walnut bread last night too, but my current guests (a German family of four) scoffed the lot for breakfast, so I can't offer you any. I could have made another loaf for the Res His bar but I'm now out of walnuts. I have three mature walnut trees and their nuts are ready now, but there's this squirrel, you see, that usually gets to them first while they are still high up on the trees, and any he lets fall are rapidly hoovered up overnight by the badgers and wild boar; so I'm just left with the few that have been rejected or overlooked. Alternatively I could make a nut bread using chestnuts as there are lots of them here, but frankly they so much of a palaver to boil, peal when still hot, re-boil and then remove the inner lining, etc ... and so I just couldn't face it just for some bread.

Maybe I should try to do pumpkin bread - I think that's possible isn't it? - since I've just harvested all my various winter squashes, pumpkins, courges etc.



I have to admit I am quite chuffed with all my pumpkins and courges this year (for scale that's a 1.60 metre diameter table they're sitting on).

Mugs, nuts and squashes - Res Hist sounds up and running on track again.

I got some apples from my garden, MM.  Mostly I rely on the generosity of a lady further down the road who kindly leaves offering (marrows, beans etc) from her allotment on her front garden wall for people to help themselves when walking past her house if so inclined.  Do you ever indulge in the old-fashioned roasting chestnuts over an open fire, MM?

Nielsen, I find that adverts that appear sometimes reflect things I have been looking at online.  Though I'm getting a lot about funerals and life insurance plans for the over 50s recently. Really annoying - not so much for the content - they are just annoying adverts.  My computer has somehow twigged that I am an oldster.  I thought about installing adblock but it (adblock) uses a fair amount of memory and at present I only have a Macbook and a fairly basic Acer at my disposal.

If the bar is all-inclusive I hope there will be a gluten free option.

Edited: 'installing' not 'instilling' AdBlock.  I don't know if that was down to a 'typo' or if autocorrect made a correction that wasn't necessary.

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Gluteny is one of the seven dyslexic sins, I heard, so is of course free in this bar for that reason alone, and for all self-confessed glutens the cover charge is automatically waived. We encourage sinfulness (especially the fulness bit) in all things in this establishment, though we recommend you bring your own ping-pong balls. Don't be tempted to use those on the floor from previous managements - you don't know where they've been (we do, but Miss Church's secret is relatively safe with us).

If ping-pong isn't your thing take it up with a panda, it's what they're here for. Ask for Jerome (recent photo displayed below) - he's the boss around here.

Rather than a panda, surely a sloth (Bradypus variegatus) would be better as the sinfulness monitor,



... or perhaps a glutton (Gulo gulo),

Meles meles wrote:

a sloth (Bradypus variegatus)

I had never heard the scientific name for a sloth before. At first I thought that it was taken from the name of some long-forgotten 19th century Hibernian naturalist. I should have guessed however (and not to mention the earlier discussion on the etymology of the word plankton) that of course it's Greek with 'brady' meaning slow. Talking about slow Irishmen - I have to say that I was very disappointed with Ireland's showing against the All-Blacks in Tokyo today. What happened to that fantastic Six Nations Grand Slam winning team which beat New Zealand only 11 months ago? But hey-ho that's the way of sport. Commiserations to nordmann but for Caro, however, it's looking fair set for a third World Cup title in a row. A very impressive performance!

Yes, when this tournament started I and my husband didn't really want a third win, as we think it is bad for a sport when one team is so dominant, but as it advances that view seems to have changed. I certainly don't want England to win (unforgiven still for their boastfulness when we were there in 2003/4!). As for nordmann I suspect that he doesn't have much interest in rugby. 

Sloths seem to be popping up all over the place; just the other day I was seeing them somewhere (it may have just been in a child's book but I thought it was in a news item.) They're really quite beautiful animals, aren't they? It's just a pity sloth is just thought of as one of the 7 deadly sins. Although I am very slothful and don't really feel very sinful.

Caro, I can't see any other result than an All-southern hemisphere final, All blacks vs Springboks.
Don't really care which of them wins, to be honest, as I'm expecting Wales to go out to France, which will end my interest in the tournament

It seems your interest lives on GG - at least for another week or maybe longer. In fact some are suggesting that the score line between Wales and France in Oita today is a sign: 20-19.

Well, you will still have interest in it, at least till the next time Wales plays. I gather there is quite a controversy over the reffing in that game, with a forward pass by Wales at the core of it. The AB games are the only ones being free to air or on Sky which we subscribe to and we haven't signed up to Spark which is streaming the games live. So on Saturday we had to stay up till 2am to watch the full game: I went to bed at half-time when it looked fairly certain NZ would win. 

I wouldn't mind Wales winning (my dil is Welsh and she follows sport). But I don't want England to win. Or Australia but they were beaten quite comprehensively by England. It does look as if it will be an AB/England final, but I suppose I shouldn't count my chickens before they hatch.

Caro wrote:

As for nordmann I suspect that he doesn't have much interest in rugby. 

Enough interest to know when I'm looking at excessive tackling off the ball being allowed to go unpunished by a rather iffy referee. I sat through the whole thing though so make no excuses for the Irish side, even despite the fact that I've seen better refereeing in junior Leinster competition (where a child's mother can be plucked from the tribune and asked to officiate if needs be). Ireland didn't turn up on the day and gifted the cheats All Blacks a free ride through to the semis.

My allegiance switches completely at this point of course - come on the cheats NZ!!

Well nordmann, you and I didn't get the result we were hoping for. I would far more have liked an Ireland/AB final and then I wouldn't have minded who won. It is being beaten by England with their arrogant Aussie coach that rankles. And how badly we played. The commenters under this article, who can be quite harsh when we win are mostly generous in their praise of England. https://www.stuff.co.nz/sport/rugby/rugby-world-cup/rwc-2019-japan/116949936/all-blacks-v-england-how-the-all-blacks-rated-in-the-rugby-world-cup-semifinal

Well done to the English team; hard to see them beaten in the final.

Are we going to have seasonal Halloween decorations in the bar this year? I only ask because as well as having had a bumper pumpkin harvest, I could perhaps also offer some items of tasteful decor vivante.

I found this little chap this morning, hanging from the sign to the downstairs toilet. 



Bats are actually very practical as decorative baubles - they come ready equipped with little hooks on their feet with which they seem to be able to attach themselves to virtually anything and they generally just hang quietly all day before going off at night to feed themselves (on mosquitoes: a bonus), before returning before dawn to take up their neat, upside-down, cloaked halloweeny posture.

That chauve-souris has found a great spot for an afternoon nap. The crab, on the other hand, seems quite startled by the whole affair.

My son in England with two little kiddies is buying pumpkins to decorate for Halloween. Here in NZ we don't waste perfectly edible pumpkins on such trivialities -we eat them as roast veges, soup (just thinking of pumpkin soup makes me drool).

My young carer wants to help me put together some treats for children who come knocking but I think these days, even though life is so much safer than it was in the past, parents won't be keen to let their little ones out knocking on strangers' doors. We keep treats for our grandchildren but they are not packaged, just lollies in jars.

The subject of Halloween is nowadays mostly, I think, seen as a business raid on purses, much less than what may have started as a religious feast day.
In Denmark it's only through the last 25 years or so that it's children version has replaced the Carnival in February, in my early schooldays around 1960 the Monday might locally still be a school holiday.

I had a good pumpkin harvest this year,



... but like you, Caro, they're not for carving into silly Halloween lanterns; they're most definitely to be eaten as part of my winter provisions. However as I've got guests arriving today (the 31st) I did make a tasteful table decoration using the smaller courges, a couple of pomegranates and some ivy foliage ... plus a little cheeky ceramic mouse.



But I very much doubt I'll see any trick-or-treaters tonight. I'm 2km from the village down a narrow, winding lane through thick forest; there are no street lights, no other buildings until you get to me and very little if any traffic at night. It's dark and generally silent, except of course from all the rustles, hoots, squeaks and grunts of all the wild things watching from the cover of the the adjacent trees. Even Doggy-Dog won't usually venture further than the end of the garden at night and certainly not at this time of the year, although admittedly he's never particularly brave even at the best of times. Trick or treat isn't very big in France anyway, but even so I'll almost certainly get no trick-or-treating children round here tonight.

Tomorrow however, because it's 'All Saints' or 'Toussaint', is a holiday in France, and all the florists, supermarkets and road-side stalls are stocked with masses of potted chrysanthemeums (the traditional plant to put on graves for remembrance). GIFI (a French 'Pound-Land' -type discount store) are even advertising cheap, Chinese-made, plastic chysanthemums and tacky plastic memorials - although I doubt they actually sell many.



The middle one, with the resin angel looking down onto an open book that reads, "Invisible to our eyes if still present in our hearts - we will never forget", retails for just 4,80 euros ... that's about the same price as a 1 litre plastic bottle of cheap vin de table. Personally I'd rather anyone wanting to remember me after I'd gone did so, however briefly, happily with the plonk rather than insincerely with the plastic tat.

I suppose Caro that Hallowe'en in the Southern Hemisphere must also be very odd because it's Springtime down there. It just wouldn't make much sense in terms of atmosphere.

MM, that's a lovely display. My respite carer (given to me originally to allow my husband some time away from me, but barely needed now, except to 'play' with me and help with clothing and jewellery which my husband finds time-wasting) did put together a few lollies (sweets) into a little plastic bag, and we did get a group of kids with an adult male in a car come and my husband handed them out them. When I said, "What if another group come?" he said, "I only gave them half." They looked pretty boring lollies to me, but when I suggested to Rachel that we put a kiwifruit or mandarin with them, she warned against that as it had been known for fruit to be thrown at houses afterwards, which rather shocked me. 

It's much the same darkness here in October as it is in the northern hemisphere, so the atmosphere doesn't seem to me to be much different. It's more that we see this here as an American tradition and we are slow to pick up them. (Though Black Thursday sales seem to be taken up by stores, to the extent that one is talking about Black November.)

Talking about hemispheres - the New Zealand team restored the honour of the All-Black kit yesterday as too did South Africa with regard to the whole of the Southern Hemisphere today. For while in the Final it looked as though the latter were going to win ugly as they had against Japan and Wales but in the last quarter of the match the Springboks opened it up to score 2 super tries and run out deserved winners. Congratulations to them! 

South Africa has never lost a World Cup Final in which they have appeared and also seem to win the contest with the regularity of a metronome - every 12 years - 1995, 2007 and 2019. Mrs V is promising a pasta supper tonite so I've put a bottle of Boschendal Chenin Blanc in the fridge to accompany the meal and toast the World Champions.

The media here has been pretty definite that it is time for changes in the All Blacks, both coaches and players. My opinion is that all teams have off days, and in these last stages of a competition it is anybody's game. It is also the first time that the winner had lost a group game (to NZ!) and won the competition, so they were saying. The captain's speech was brilliant.

Yes - Siya Kolisi is a very impressive person, both as a player and as a human being. Some are even tipping him as a potential future leader of South Africa as a country.

As the dust settles on the 2019 tournament, several squads, along with New Zealand, are set for a period of rebuilding - Australia, France and Ireland to name just a few. Talking of Australia - has anyone heard from Islanddawn? She hasn't posted for what must be about a year now.

Apart from any of the sports available on the various screens, I wonder if someone else might be indighted to watch the spiders web growing in the corners.

As I'm just looking in at the moment I just speculate whether the 17 days between Vizzer's message and this one of mine set the record for no-activity in the bar?

As it must be 5 pm. somewhere, I'll help myself to a cold vodka.

Well it's a minute to midday here, so it's certainly not too early for une petite apéro, maybe to celebrate getting my communications restored with the outside world. I've had no fixed-line telephone since the end of July and as there is no mobile phone coverage here either, I finally bit the bullet and up-graded my satellite internet connection to do telephone as well. Accordingly I had to change my whole satellite dish, cables and hardware.

It's always a struggle to re-estabish the satellite lock when it drifts off just a little bit due to the wind or the post shifting, so it was a worry when I had to completely dismount the old dish and remount the new, since with the internet down I lost my only means of communication with the rest of the world. But, apart from wasting three hours trying to get a fix on the wrong satellite, I managed to get it up and aligned last weekend. (If you've ever had to install a satellite dish you'll know how delicate and frustrating the job is, although hardly surprising as it involves getting a 1m diameter dish pointed directly at a satellite 26,000 kms away). I managed to get an internet connection by plugging the PC directly into the modem, but I couldn't get the wifi router or the phone VoIP to work.

So every day this week I've been going up to the village (3km away) where I can get a mobile phone signal to call the (un)helpful technical assistance department. Finally yesterday I got someone that seemed to know what they were doing and let them access my PC remotely (via AnyDesk) and sort it all out. So now I finally have a phone line that works, and the first call this morning was to Orange to cancel my useless  fixed-line contract and demand refund for 4 months of payments. So yes I'll have a large vodka as well.

I gather that'll not be a vodka and Orange then.

MM wrote:

 (If you've ever had to install a satellite dish you'll know how delicate and frustrating the job is, although hardly surprising as it involves getting a 1m diameter dish pointed directly at a satellite 26,000 kms away)

Good grief, MM, I would find it easier to get to the moon. I have come over all "helpless female" just reading about your technostruggles. I would be utterly bewildered by a satellite dish - a terrible admission these days, I know, but sadly - for me at least - the truth.

Oh dear I must have tempted fate with my joy at being reconnected. It only lasted a few hours before it all just stopped working - no wifi and no telephone again - so I'm back to plugging the PC directly into the modem and going up to the village if I need to make a phone call on my mobile. And now it's the weekend so the technical no-help desk will be closed too.

Just when you were relaxing indoors with a vodka (no orange)- it seems that now you have to go back outside and up the ladder with a screwdriver. I hope that the weather is being kind to you down there though. It's wet over much of the British Isles this weekend.

Vizzer wrote:

... now you have to go back outside and up the ladder with a screwdriver. I hope that the weather is being kind to you down there though. 

None of those worries are actually any problem. At the moment it's a pleasantly mild and sunny day here with most of the trees still showing their best autumnal colours and, pictoresquely, with the first real winter snows on the surrounding high mountains. Furthermore, as I'm on the side of a hill and because we can get violently strong seasonal winds (ie the 'tramontane' coming off the Pyrenees), my satellite dish is very sensibly placed at ground level in the garden; on a short steel post well concreted-in, located at the top of a 3m high terrace retaining wall, with a clear view southwards towards the relevant satellite; but also cosmetically hidden from view by some flowering bushes. I do sometimes have to go up onto the roof - out via a small Velux window at the top of the staircase onto the steeply-pitched tiles, say to clear blocked gutters or replace a slipped tile (and even wearing a full climbing/caving harness and using a properly rigged set of safety lines I hate having to do it as I don't much like heights) - but thankfully this isn't one of those occasions. Anyway I am still getting a good internet reception direct from the modem - so I'm fairly sure the problem is actually a dodgy, or wrongly configued, router box, and not the satellite connection per se.

That at least was also the opinion of the 'technical expert' (I use the term somewhat guardedly) who was this morning manning the technical help desk (an oxymoron, surely) and who, when I described the problem and then asked of him, "so, what do you suggest?", just gave as his considered opinion that "umm ... dunno ... not sure" (or rather the equivalent in French). However when I then offered my own thoughts on the problem, he did expand on his earlier professional pronouncement to opinion that "oh yes, that does sound about right ... but if it's a ''returns issue' you need to speak to the commercial department about that". Thankfully his boss is back in the office on Monday and I've already sent him (the boss) an email direct to his personal account, but it looks like nothing will happen for a few more days yet. 

I used to blanche in the Sub Continent whenever a workman appeared to resolve something and he began with, "No problem....." As for satellite  dishes, we had many as each new system was introduced. Some were huge and put up with great difficulty but never taken down. I recall passing our old home some years later to see the array still there.  Not that any of them worked well but they were all jolly well rooted  onto the roof. A violent monsoon year will do for it all eventually, I suppose and hopefully less dangerous than the huge bill boards that take to the air in a good monsoon squall.

Pleased to see you back, MM.

Just nipping in to wish all and sundry a Merry Whatever. Gosh, Ghosts of Res His past - gannets, bears, tawdry tinsel, vegetable missiles, Uncle Titus and that dreadful Frobisher creature; ghosts of Christmas present here sees Boris and Brexit smirking triumphantly at us from the cellar; and as for our Christmas Future -  well, who knows?

May God or your chosen power rest you, merry gentlemen, and all others, including Res His posters one and all - let nothing us dismay.

Love to all from a boring and sober Temp.

Never say 'boring' Temps, bored perhaps but for that there are remedies best known to you, use them.

And you say sober, well, I'm aware of at least three meanings, one is clean of body if not of mind - here I'm only speaking of myself, two is a sober mind with a clear line of thoughts, and three - presently - not being inebriated. Your decision.

May I join in your good wishes for one and all for all seasons.

Take care out there.

I may well be back on this website between now and Xmas but I'll say merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all members of Res Hist just in case I'm absent from the board.

Thank you Temperance, and of course I join LiR and Nielsen, who said it that better than I can.

Kind regards, dear Temperance, from Paul.