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I'm almost sure I had something intelligent to say, but I am too tired, despite the fact that I have done virtually nothing today other than go to church, play croquet, and talk to my parents on the phone.

Conversation in the pub after church included the following gem:

Incumbent, to tree_and_leaf: Are you in mourning for your fellow-countryman?
Tree_and_leaf, after a pause while she worked this one out: No, I'm not interested in tennis, particularly. Anyway, I'm saving up my sporting angst for the Ashes.
Incumbent: Quite right.
Parish assistant: Oh, does Scotland play in the Ashes?

... He wasn't joking, either.