What are you supposed to do — order two spaghetti bolognaises? Last night Dad, Jon and I plumped for pizza and were delighted by both the quantity and the quality.

Réné came on quietly, his trowel in one hand, some auricula roots in the other.

Gods bless you dear.....wiping the tears of sentiment away from my grizzled 34 yo eyes......GODS BLESS YOU! G

The word “cannot” is often contracted into “can’t”.