The postman has recently been delivering mainly envelopes with window panes in them, but today none of those. Instead, great excitement! A large manila envelope, and a compact little jiffy bag.

In the manila envelope was a signed colour photograph of Andrew Johnston, the young boy with the sublime voice from “Britain’s Got Talent”. I wrote to him a while ago congratulating him and saying how much pleasure he had given to millions of people, and he enclosed a charming hand-written letter of thanks (not many people seem to bother these days), and saying that his record “One Voice” will be released on 29th September.

And for anybody who hasn’t seen this before – or even if you have, here’s another chance. And no goosebumps, no shivering, and no tears, please.

So Andrew’s photo and letter were the first treat, but what was in the jiffy bag?

Lo and behold, The Meaning of Liff, a present from lovely new neighbours Richard and Linda, and described by them as “the antidote to daily merde.” From my first exploration of a random page, I learn the meaning of “Low Eggborough”. A noun: a quiet little unregarded man in glasses who is building a new kind of atomic bomb in his garden shed.

It crosses my mind that there could be an opening for a Low Eggborough at CERN if their particle collider amounts to nothing.

Thank you Andrew, and thank you Linda and Richard. Happy Friday to you.