Normally, I will wake up at cock-crow and begin to forget the fact that I have already written about a particular subject on this blog, then write about it all over again - same but different - and eventually realise this when it is 'finished', then I can't be bothered to write a different one so it stays up.
Well, when responding to one of John's comments on the previous post, I came up - unwittingly - with the brilliant title of this post, so I have begun it already, but now I am having an early night and going to bed.
Tomorrow, I will re-write this post but keep the title, and - as yet - I do not have a clue how it will turn out. It is such an attractive title that I have to use it, so watch this space.
I picked my girlfriend up from town, and we prepared to drive back to the country. She was carrying some shopping bags.
"Tonight, I will cook for you", she said, smiling narrowly through her dark, Yemeni eyes.
"What are we having?"
I stared at her in confusion.
She had to make clucking sounds and strut about, waving her elbows in and out before I finally understood what was on the menu.