LOL @ you lot.
Guests have gone, meanwhile, waved off with the regulation lace-trimmed hanky and a crocodile tear, and I sat down and stared blankly at a wall for a couple of hours, to recoup.
But now, ladies, I have just been shivered to the depths of my timbers 
In the nicest possible way.
The Massive family sat down to a scratch tea, tonite, after which Muggins was as usual clearing up while the Superboys played channel roulette on the telly (sorry if the mention of televisual devices causes Maud a frisson of angst) I was just exiting with a precarious pile of crocks and nearly dropped the lot, because all of a sudden The Voice boomed out behind me ''She will not have me, mother'' or words to that effect. They are showing N&S again, and I didn't know.
But alas and woe is me, there was something footie-related on elsewhere and poor Johnny was shown the red card