So, it’s Wednesday. I’ve been in the UK one week with one more week to go. Funny really how quickly you adjust when you come to a strange land. By now I’m driving on the left side of the road quite normally, I can navigate round-a-bouts, pass lorries within inches, and even count my Pounds and Pence correctly. And what’s more I can recognize a Welsh cow. You see American cows go “MOOOOO!”, whilst Welsh cows do something like “Maeysmyguuuuu!!!!”

Now the other thing to think about today is COD. You know, the fish. But not really the fish. Although it could be the fish, IF (and only if), a Cod were a fish out of water. Or on top of the water. Although I think this has something to do with someone being IN the water, but I could be wrong now that I think about it. But maybe not. . . .Well, you see, the first part of Cod is “CO”, and could be related to . . . say. . . the Coast Guard. . . as in “CALL OUT” (CO), which is what happens when you need assistance on the water. The poor boys with the Coast Guard get a “call out” when all hell breaks loose out in the briny deep. Now, if you’re still with me “COD” may also refer to a BCU “Coach Of Death”. Hmmmmmmmmmm,. Oh, never mind. Whatever I’m trying to say, you can be sure this last paragraph has nothing to do with Rowland.