The Martyrologist Assolutissima, knowing that term had just fallen on us like a ton of bricks, sent us the most wonxcrful care package from the West Country. Chocolate, home-made biscuits, fudge, something for Miss T, treats for the dogs, a ball for Miss Kit (which I am afraid the dogs have totalled), all wrapped up as little presents like a small private Christmas. There seemed to be no end to what was in the box, and it gave us the most wonderful feeling of being cared for. A couple of days later, there was a subsidiary package of Devon comb honey and coffee. Well, what can you say? Just that it’s terrific. Everyone should have friends like that.