I feel a bit disloyal to this one, somehow I am betraying it. I am typing this really quietly and am not moving my lips in case it can lip read. Not that I usually do that sort of thing, I just feel it might catch me out if I am not careful. It’s done me well, like a run up to the real thing, I’ve flexed my muscles here.
But there is only so much decorating to be done in a small house and I think hanging the photo of Celia Johnson and Trevor Howard from Brief Encounter made me think, I too should move on. I want to feel so terribly, terribly heppy too. We’ll ignore all the sad bit for now.
So move over number 4, make room for 31 (and 3 add 1 is indeed 4) good omen there me thinks.