That was our friendship: equal parts irritation and cooperation.
They were of the past, and the past always mends itself, no matter how me interfere.
Millard! Who's the prime minister?'Winston Churchill,' he said. 'Have you gone daft?'What's the capital of Burma?'Lord, I've no idea. Rangoon?'Good! When's your birthday?'Will you quit shouting and let me bleed in peace!