Snoopy Versus . . .

Sitting in the yard finishing a bottle of cold white wine when Jools points uwards . . . "We're being invaded," she gasps, "better get another bottle." I glance upwards, grab the camera and take a pic with the zoom fully extended - the engines are roaring, but the cunning invader's just a blur in the clouds. But when blown up, I realise how right she is. The Red Baron's about to get us! The Germans are coming. The Germans are coming . . . Whoops, wrong war. Same hysteria . . . Time for a drink . . .