Mad about the boy

Thirty five years ago I was mad about Cleo Lane. I wallowed in a performance she gave with the Dankworth Quintet in the Hamer Hall when it was in diapers! She sang a song called 'Mad about the boy' written by Noel Coward - which puts it in a slightly different hue ...

Anyway, my boy played the role of 'handyman' on Saturday arvo: trimmed the olive trees because I can't climb ladders any more; changed light bulbs (ditto reason); moved a fountain from inside and hung it on a hook in the garden; unscrewed the end of a tap and put a filter device on it; and, finally, sat down and got this computer in order.

For all of which, I thank him from the bottom of my heart.