The fly in her argument is that when she says, 'they' will feel like lemons, we don't know who 'they' are. And 'they' might BE lemons.

At that point Ms Fox came in and said, "Hello, carry on as if I am not here." Then she lay down on the floor.

P.P.S. I am giving you telepathic hugs. P.P.P.S. But not in a telepathically lezzie way.

What shall I say? I must tread a fine line between glaciosity and friendlinosity. With just a hint of 'you don't know what you are missing, my fine-feathered friend.

A nod is as good as a wink to a blind badger.

You wouldn't say ' You've got the crappest eyes I've ever seen. Your eyes make me physically sick.

I couldn't believe it. It was unbelievable, that's why. My face was like a frozen fish finger. All rigid and pale. (But obviously not with breadcrumbs on it.)