Last night the local gliding club (whose airfield we’ve just saved) threw a thank you barbeque for the people who fought against the proposed development and won!
So with GASP emblazoned across my none-too-ample bosom I did the decent thing and rolled up in my bright red ( and in my view: hideous) T Shirt. I had intended to have a ceremonious burning on the hot coals of mine. So much so that I put another T-shirt on underneath!
But as someone pointed out all I needed was an ‘R’ in the right place and my whole evening could have gone in a totally different direction!
(as it was – it didn’t!)