Oh yes, Tink is thread Count!
I've migrated from one Aunt's house to another so that I can further exploit the wonderful renewable resource which is the internet.
Taz, I'm glad you like the title.
The rain we knew is a thing of the past -
deep-delving, dark, deliberate you would say
browsing on spire and bogland; but today
our sky-blue slates are steaming in the sun,
our yachts tinkling and dancing in the bay
like racehorses. We contemplate at last
shining windows, a future forbidden to no one.
Derek Mahon
"Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets."
Arthur Miller