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Historical, Dave. El Español refused to believe my missus had her own school, much less that she was actually a teacher at all. When he eventually acquiesced, he demanded I get her to tell me to tell us the policy guidelines on adoption at the London Borough of Hackney (could have been...

BOFF! That was easy. PS Thank you for thinking you know me. It's evidently about as well as you know my missus.

As tag-teams go, they're hilarious, especially when - in this instance - they haven't got a single clue as to what they're on about. Walks off nonchalantly...

It's getting towards that status - still just bubbling under to use a cooking metaphor. I've come to this one late, but I'm going to keep tabs on it now - just to see if a watched pot really does boil... Carry on, ladies.