LL got caught today with pants on fire. The moment of triumph, when it finally arrived, was mute and rather anticlimatic. Dull as ditchwater, the little squirt blustered and tried to talk his way out of it again, but I think this is, as our American cousins like to say, "strike two!" I shant be there for strike three, but it really wasn't worth it after all.My friends have seen through the mask and I have been well and truly bollocked for trying to be noble and ultimately, I was told, the centre of attention. Shame on me, but they understand me anyway. Didn't feel like that last night, to be honest. All our lives are really focused from one viewpoint, no matter how hard you try. I have been told in no uncertain terms, and promise to try harder in future.Wish me luck tommorrow, starting the long haul together, me and my blog.