"It's turned out nice again."

This was the catch phrase  of the overly cheery comedian and ukelele player, George Formby.  But sometimes he was right. We were promised gale force winds today, but they seem to have limped off. (Elsewhere it may be different.) I’ve been going over and over documents relating to the submission of a novel. You have to be forensic about it because the folk on the other end are trained that way.