Tooters.

The insurance farmer is at the door and says he needs a few more feathers for his bed this quarter.

He is saying he needs a modest increment on the usual four extra feathers.

"That's fine my good fellow, we all need to sleep well", I rejoin. I ask him how many should I pluck for him, noticing the brand new electric Hummer that he drove up in.

"Yes well, to be sure, no less than 25", smiling not unlike a Cheshire cat.

"Goodness, yes. I''ll be right back, just a moment please."

And I gently closed the door. Nailed it shut. And put on the kettle for some tea.