Slings and Arrows.

Today was all a bit miserable because I spent a lot of it in cold, wet, windy places becoming so chilled that even ten hours later I’m still trying to remember what ‘comfortably warm’ feels like.

One such place was a car repair workshop – open to the elements at both ends – where I spent an hour waiting for my car to go through its annual test, and on the wall was a notice which said:

Will customers please note that cheques are no longer excepted

So how is a grammar Nazi like me, beset as he is by a combination of fine sensibilities and worrying health issues, supposed to repel such a twin assault on his perception of life as we know it.