Nothing. You don’t make one. You stay quiet and get on with painting the bathroom. That’s OK.
But then tonight I was listening to Liam Clancy’s version of The Parting Glass, which I haven’t heard for what seems a very long time, and I came across a comment which said:
‘I’m an American but I have Irish decendents (sic.)’
Well, I’m an Englishman and I have a strange sense of humour. This is the first thing that’s come close to picking me up all day. I think the Sargasso Sea is claiming me for its own, but a gentle breeze just briefly blew.
So I talked about myself after all. Sorry.