So who was it who said: 'I think the trolley is just a mite wider than that gap, dear?'  And who continued: 'Look, I know my spatial awareness isn't quite as excellent as yours, but still... do you really think our supermarket shopping is going to squeeze through that gap... what with the wing-mirror sticking out, and everything?'

You  may have guessed, it was me. 

And who was it who said nothing, but thought everything would be just dandy as long as we all breathed in?

You may also have guessed that the subsequent curved scratch on the rightside wheelarch of our small VW is Something Of Which We Shall Never Speak Again.

And I'm mentioning this book again because it's just so darned good and I cannot put it down! There's this short scene early on, between Cardinal Wolsey and a young Thomas Cromwell, making use of firelight and shadows as you might a filmshow, where we learn more about their pasts and their characters than I would have thought possible on one page. Brilliant.