I must say there is something to be said, don't you agree darling, and I rather hope they'll internationalize the cosmic wireless and save us from some of this defatigating news.

Who could have imagined then, in Crumpsall, that the ancient Jewish hope, ‘Next year in Jerusalem’ – for so long more a velleity than a hope, the feeblest and most unanticipated of anticipations – would be realised in their lifetime and that they would be able to stand here, under the watchful eye of Israeli soldiers, but otherwise unimpeded, together?

And avoid trodding on the inevitably wet soil around the base of the shrubs as you work.

When he told the story our father laughed out loud at the ide of them, scrambling up the bank, butt naked, chased by the furious driver.