Oh god, I've lost my bookmark!
You've lost your bookmark and earlier this evening I was presented with a glass of champagne without a wild hibiscus flower in it. These things come in threes, I wonder who'll be the third.
Perhaps now is the not the best time to mention that as a child, I had a pony.Not just A pony, a second. And a third.
Hark at you Hyacinth Bucket. I've no room for a pony, not even a Shetland, no room to swing a frigging cat. I better write off now, otherwise I might start babbling about green fields and orangeries.