When my uncle had a heart attack, he was miffed when, in reply to “why me?!” he was told,
“you’re a Scottish man over 60: you’re a statistic”.

Salt and sweet on steroids.

I think the poppy is on the sailor’s back, same as the two on the left. Like giant targets for the bomber to hit.

Thanks for the ear worm.

I mean, if you do it by Dewey Decimal, it’ll be in genre anyway, won’t it? Would you make little stickers with their numbers to go on the bottom of their spines for easy shelving?

They are really heavy. I’m in one of the cities where the scooters are legal on the roads, not the pavements, but it’s been an ongoing battle to stop them putting the docks where they block pavements and cycle routes.

I’m not in Edinburgh anymore, but we’ve had the Voi bikes for years now. The way that works best to get the docks moved here is to contact the local Councillors, not the company.

Or their tiny children or dead parents.

Did you get given a shovel when you finished the course?

A heartbreaking and emotive issue, but prem births are not necessarily a case of ‘give it time and it’ll be fine’, rather that often the body is rejecting the foetus because there’s something wrong and unsustainable with it.