A Fortunately Damp Squib

I should aspire to resemble Churchill more. I do not mean start wearing a bowtie, puff away at cigars, and begin making rousing, defiant, speeches involving one or more of the following: blood, toil, tears, sweat, or beaches. I should instead learn from these wise words he once uttered:

"When I look back on all these worries, I remember the story of the old man who said on his deathbed that he had had a lot of trouble in his life, most of which had never happened."

I am pleased to report that the bombshell I had feared turned out to be a harmless dummy bomb useful only for training purposes. Mr Chando's article appeared last week and, although a Pulitzer Prize will not be winging it's way towards his desk anytime soon (at least a third of the historical 'facts' quoted, were, to use the correct technical term: piffle) it could have been a lot worse. Relief is the dominant emotion.