Sometimes I call myself Moley (instead of Mimsy) — for some light relief, let me tell you about the time an eminent doctor looking at a big one on my knee asked me if I’d ever had a mole removed before. I said yes so he asked, “Where?” And being verrrry literal-minded I said, “Portland, Oregon.”

Ah, so that’s my problem! Think I’ll go suck on a lemon after finishing my (black) coffee. That should set me up nicely for the day.

If only Donald Trump took as much time and gave as much consideration to what comes out of his mouth as he does to what sits on top of his head. We still wouldn’t agree on anything but I’d give him points for trying.