A homage to Bob Newhart and his wonderful phone calls: Where are we going this year. Nowhere apparently! Nice bookcase. Is it Ikea? You're on mute. Yes I have been washing my hands. No I haven't been singing Happy Birthday. You're on mute. Top right. Microphone with a slash through it. That's it but now turn your bloody volume down. Apparently nobody knows what 2 metres looks like. We should sell 2 metre long sticks. Make a fortune. Yeh probably right we would end mullering everybody out of the way. Thank heaven the coffee shop is open again I was beginning to get repetitive strain from having to make it every day. My hands have started to go funny with all the washing and hand gel. You're on mute again. Marco Polo, Preston North End, 9, The Godfather. I never win these bloody things! No you're not on mute I was just messing with you. A vaccine! Whoopee!!! It will all be over by Christmas..........................2021! No you're still on mute...........................................................................