We've come a long way since September. Your LMs are growing up fast, and I say that after encountering members of Kingfisher, upon whom I stumbled tonight, while perambulating.

LM 1: Yes she is.

LM 2: Let me see if she really is.

LM 1: No she isn't.

LM 3: Well I think she is.

LM 1 (upon seeing his lodgemeister arrive): Sir, do you think she's fit?

Your humble correspondent: Er, let me see. Erm, well, um, yes, she is.

LM1 : See? I told you she was.

For those of you who may be interested, she is. And let me assure you, lest you should be alarmed, that her picture appears in a perfectly respectable magazine, and that she appears fully clad. Give it a few years, though, and things may be otherwise.

My Colts Cs were victorious once again today, with all members of the team doing their bit, splendidly led by their skipper. It was a pleasure to umpire, and  nice to see several of you, dear Followers, supporting from the sidelines.

I must tell you, though, that I was greatly amused by what was going on behind me, namely a lesson in toxopholy, with dialogue to accompany that had me almost LOL. e.g.:

Teacher i/c: So. You have to score just a few more, and then you win the match and then .......

Who was that? Who fired that arrow? Come on, who was it? Own up! (Visions of William Tell featured in my conscious thinking) Who - fired - that - arrow? Right. If no-one owns up then I shall have to tell (ho ho) the Head (Ha ha.)

Sorry, but it just seemed very amusing to me. I looked for an apple on the head of someone important-looking after the match, but to no avail.

We just had a fire practice. That extinguished any untoward excitement ......

Goodnight.