OUCH! H.M's gone & rabbit punched me in the kidneys again.
Currently stomping up and down the room in her head square and kilt, huffing and puffing, cracking her knuckels, taking the odd draught of gin 'n Dubonet and shooting me looks that could kill a fat ginger duchess.
Apparently when drawn by the black deputy mayor of London onto the subject of cars, I was not to ask "So what make was the first car you jacked then?".
Oh well, at least it's a wine tasting dinner with the president of frogland and his young lady wife tonight. Should be safe territory.
Wish me bon chance!