Han Solo and the Temple of Doom

As if I hadn't enough to cope with ... plummeting to home from holiday; the disappearance of the butler's specs into the unfathomable depths of Glasgow Airport's Lost Property office; the eternal rain; Rafa's not-a-tragedy .....

There we were at the checkout in Morrison's when the 'girl' stopped mid-bleep to exclaim, "Oh don't you think your husband's really like Harrison Ford?"

"Told you!" responded the butler, modestly, preparing himself to be absolutely insufferable until he forgets the compliment! I just 'threw her a growler'.

There is the advantage that there is enough of me to make six Calista Flockharts for him but ..... I blame the white sidies!