Ha!

Ha! is for half of half.

A half decent shot for a change of a bumble bee feeding on Fuschias.

This evening I was going to treat you to an installment of my single life, but I am half cut, having been to dinner with my delightful neighbours, who are half a mile away and half my age.

It was going to start:

Dear Harry,
I remember the evening with such clarity, I was wearing my favourite fuschia coloured trousers....

But my vocabulary has contracted and my eyes are closing, so you'll just have to wait to find out what happened when Harry met Sally Mandy