Well colour me blushed.

Don't do it, Grimsby. Roger is muttering that i am not very funny in real life. He said i should send you a tenner for the compliment and then said something along the lines of: but you wouldn't be a tenor, you'd be a contralto. He's funnier than me.

PS: you'll never guess what i fucking did last night. Left the roast chicken on the high kitchen work surface. Sometime overnight the bloody dog leapt up and ate the lot. Potential ruinous vets bill ahoy.