Break-time... which means, today at least, salad and cider...oohhh argghh...

I've been splashing brilliant white satinwood everywhere this morning; door frames, picture rails, skirting boards etc etc.
During all this activity, I was listening to one of the radios that always give me some kind of company.
The programme I was half listening to concerned the life and times of Wagner (Radio 4, of course).
Throughout the entire time I was in earshot, there were constant and repetitious references to; sex, eroticism, sex on stage, naziism, jews, love and sex between women, more eroticism, sex, sleeping with the patron to get the job, homosexuality... and then much discussion about Wagner's Ring...
All too much for me, I had to change channels.
I was immediately transported into the world of Paul Temple, (posh sleuth and posh, nosy wife), a programme with stiff upper lips and accents to match.
Most befitting for Chiddingfold I thought, I could have been in the Crown...

The sun is streaming through the windows...maybe a half hour on the patio...