I got my redundant PCR test very early this morning and came home to make guacamole, spiced sweet potato soup and sourdough bread. I also popped to Lidl where I bought a set of acrylic paints and an electric pepper grinder ( like you do) and I then watched the end of the 1957 epic The Pride And The Passion on the couch where I fell asleep and dreamt of Auntie Betty’s incredible bosoms The first bosoms I ever saw up close and personal. Now I have to share here, that I always think of Auntie Betty when I see Sophia Loren in her hay day . Not that Betty looked anything like Ms Loren, she didn’t, She was a tall Jewish matron, with a deep rasping laugh that sounded as though she chain smoked Cuban cigars for years and I’m sure she didn’t have one Italian bone in her body but to me as a very small boy, she was an exotic, sexual, incredibly loud larger than life character who once, when very drunk got stuck up a child’s slide with her cleavage rammed ful...