To all you virtuous readers out there I wish to thank you for your patience. The Damask Weaver has gone from one forensic lab to another, been dissected, disarmed, studied and given umpteen facelifts and tucks but he is now about ready for the road.
Yes, he’s missed the Spring and Summer but Autumn was always his favourite season, particularly September when that cooling air cools our ardour and gives us time to take breath.
And as you do, watch out for the Weaver, you’ll recognise him from the cut of his cloth.
