Either I need to change the ointment, or I've received a letter. It says:


Dear Jeremy,
What are you doing on Monday night? Usual time, usual place.
Also, I have a problem with the poles holding up my washing line. I think they have tricked me and they are actually Ukrainian.




Yours,


Mrs Trellis
North Wales








(for those who understand, take this as a reminder of what you need to do)