While sitting here at my desk earlier, chewing the end of a biro to ribbons and pondering the imponderable, namely how in the name of shark jumping I was going to get John out of the scrape I’d just written him into, my telephone rang.
Wearily, blearily, non too cheerily I got up and went to throttle the offending racket.
But gadzooks! Stall the ball! Hold yer horses. For it was news, good news, the sort of news Tuesdays never ...