"Talking of hospitals," Tertius chimes in, "that reminds me that there's a church in Virginia that looks like a jail!"
Nothing to do with the above, but I'm a little peeved with Jennifer Aniston, who has so far failed to respond to my generous invitation in an earlier footnote to run away with me. I mean, it's not as if that film career is all it should be, she's still single, ever since that Pitt bounder didn't work out, and -- Good Lord -- she's forty next year, so she's not going to get offers like this every day. And I hear she wants a child. Well, I've already got three, she's welcome to one of mine.