Lurker Ruth seems to to think I'm losing my touch. (Hi Ruth! You can come out now!) "You haven't been ranting lately, you've been cooking, that's good."
No, that's bad. Don't worry, Ruth, I'll find something to rant about. Very, very soon now. Don't think that all those wee-hour sleepless thoughts are going to waste, Ruth dear.
It's gonna come, and I'm sure it's gonna come SOON. Peace and tranquility aren't all they've been cut out to be, so mark my words: there will be mayhem.
But for now it's off to L'Express in my dayglo green tie and black suit.