Act Three, Scene One

When a chap says, as Malcolm Rifkind did while explaining himself to the public that employs him, that a man of his backround is "entitled" to a certain standard of living it's clear that he's just asking to spend a night or two on the blasted heath...

New Crop

Rats were nesting in the bed of heathers under the dining room window so (as you may remember) I cleared the heathers out with a scythe. Matthew told me they wouldn't grow again and suggested we plant pumpkins. "Really?" I said. "Yes," he said, "They have lovely big leaves,"

So apologies to artkouros; he suggested pumpkins too and I'm afraid I didn't take him seriously.