Gretchen and I are on the hunt for funding again. We’re always on the hunt for funding. It’s a permanent state of being for us.

No, no … really - no sympathy necessary. We’re used to it and it no longer hurts. Much.

Anyway … further to said pursuit of funding, I’ve been cruising the internet in a forlorn attempt to unravel who is who over at Sellafield, and who are, therefore, the best people to approach with the begging bowl.

In doing so, I stumbled upon a newspaper article from - well, let’s say a town in Texas to avoid possible insult to someone we might want to like us. It’s about one of the senior bods at a big local scientific establishment there who was leaving to take up a position as Managing Director of one of the various bits of Sellafield that’s being hived off. The article said he was moving to Cumbria. It then went on to explain, helpfully, that Cumbria is “north of Wales”.

If I should ever happen to meet this gentleman, I’ll make a point of asking him where he comes from.

When he replies “Texas”, I’ll screw my face up prettily and say,

“Texas … Texas … That’s south of Canada, isn’t it?”