If you read this, Mr (or Mrs., Miss, or Ms.) Enterprising Publisher, you know where to find me. I sent Jethro to the pharmacy, and I am waiting for him to come back even as we speak. No sooner does the sun come out than storm clouds appear as if from nowhere, and we are dumped back into gloom. As futile gestures go it’s very futile, because nobody will see it unless they actually go to the stables, and nobody does, except Jethro and myself. But I’ve made him take it down, because I don’t want any of that nonsense on my property.