Rosie, nothing to link to – just an overall impression but I’m probably paranoid.

The elephant was my favourite animal for years, when of an impressionable age; not that I was allowed to keep one. My sister’s ambition to mother a monkey; she cried her eyes out when she got a soft toy one instead of the real thing.

Yes, the good Graham Norton. If ever he passes my way I’ll cook for him.

Being thrown in with the lions; no, AJ, not every child’s dream; I’d been disowned by my own flesh and blood. He fed carrots to bears from a safe distance, burst into the only tantrum of his life when faced with a very small penguin, refused to stroke anything in the “to be stroked” area of Marwell Zoo (to be honest I was relieved on grounds of hygiene), and has never had the slightest desire to visit Disneyland, though both were offered to him (Florida or Paris).

Still, if you ever want to hitch a ride to Paris to fulfill the phantasy let me know. Though, AJ, it won’t be anything like a rainbow in a puddle.

Good luck to our nieces and nephews,
U