Doves.
I am a little concerned at your last post. I had absolutely no intention of being rude to you. Believe me, when I want to be, I will be.
So, let me assuage your wounded intelect and pour water on your injured pride. These forae are not for the faint hearted and we have certainly dirfted many miles from the original thread.
All I know now is that, if I am flying a big bird out of LAX and things go-Mama Mia-Bingo Bango then:
Turn right, fly across the desert wastelands of middle America, thence across the savage oceans of The Atlantic. Do not turn left and launch into the vacuous void of El Pacifico. Remember Cortes on the heights of Darien? In the meantime, I will continue to spit the sentences. It's a turn of phrase which I appreciate. Bravo! Avanti a lui tremava tutta Roma, sort of thing, what!
Helli Girl.
Was that the ovine or the bovine?
Happy Easter
