My trouble is that I could never get the hag of this game. Some people seem to have a head for anagrams; not e. So my view that its tie is over should probably not be taken too much to hear.

Maybe one could fin a new application or the basic idea: 'Twas the nigh before Christmas, and all through the Ouse (fee fee to ignore this if it's a hit idea).

[rojo] Do you mean we adapt lies from sons? Or should we just use their tiles?

At Christmas time one should spare a thought for hoeless gardeners.

I was thinking one might progress through the hole pom by Clement Clarke Moore, lie by lie... (thus continuing Not a creature was sirring, not even a muse) and so on.

Sounds a goo idea... may I provide ink?

(Kim) . . . and navvies who can't even afford their own hovel.

Not to mention street-sweepers dealing with the extra garage with only a bush.

I'm glad I don't live in the U.S. of A.. When tornadoes run through the mid-west they have huge ranches land in back yards. Here we just have eaves cluttering up the place.

*sings* - "You say tonadoes and I say tonahdoes...."

I've been told all my life that money, like tomatoes, doesn't grow on trees. I dispute this. I have also been told that owning a house is like money in the bank. Where do you find houses? Lined up in trees. I rest my case.

Take a tip: Mornington Crescent