It's nine thirty in the morning and I have got my cool paint splattered shirt and trousers on ready for a day of decorating. Already I can hear Mrs Pudding prowling - telling me non-verbally to get off my backside and get cracking. Okay! Okay! I'm coming!
No time to write a proper blogpost so on this politically significant day across the Atlantic Ocean, I just want to plead with American visitors to this blog to:-