Friday, 16 January 2009


My wife has found my mobile phone, lost one evening just after Christmas somewhere in my house. I was distraught and searched well into the night as we flew to Marrakech the following morning for a holiday,

It was in a bag of flour in our 'larder'.

"I know exactly what you have done," she informs me. "It would have been in your top pocket. You leant over to pick up (another?) bottle of wine...."

But in the meantime my office has insisted that I modernise my communication abilities by getting a bit of kit that allows me to log into my e-mail (yes, I know that the rest of the political world has had these for years).

Instantly we have grown inseparable.

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