Spring is Here

 Well hello! Anybody there? Nice weather we're having. There's nothing like a drop of sunlight to raise the spirits.
(Where is all this unbridled optimism, joie de vivre and bonhomie coming from. I am sick, sore and tired of furbelows, vacillations, corvids and god knows what else and you pop up fresh as a daisy after 3 months without so much as a by your leave or phwatt! ...Ed)
It is, I grant you, the start of a brave new world and haven’t we had a few bumps on the road? I don’t think there is anything here to worry us. My good friend BJ, he has the ear of the Prime Mincer if the truth be told as so seldom isn’t, says  there is a little unpleasantness about sausages in the Irish Sea. I know, well above my paygrade and herself a vegetarian. I am happy to leave that sort of thing to the Prime Mincer. It is, BJ assures me, the fault of petty minded jobsworthy EU bureaucrats. However, your man has a solution to all this and with the 12th fast approaching he will put it in the inbox of the Prime Mincer before you can say “No Surrender!” All goods shipped from GB to NI should be labelled, regardless of origin or material -  JAFFA CAKES. Lets see Ursula the Lion and Big Jo pick the bones out of that.
I’m off now, there’s my ferry.
(#*!*?~#*... Ed)