I was about 16 when my father passed on this nugget. From the hall came my mother’s protest wail. Followed by a muffled giggle. The only other Wise Words I can remember my father passing down were “Never trust a Teetotaler”. But those two have been enough to see me through many a tricky situation. However, I realized after we had moved into The House here that several fathers must have entrusted their progeny with one, at least, of my parent’s rules for life. So committed to the proposition of b.s. being the key to life had some of these obedient sprogs become that it become their work ethic when they reached man’s estate – it was obviously blu-tacked to the walls of Mears construction team’s office. I first realized this 6 weeks after we had moved in and I awoke one morning to discover that my mattress, duvet. pillows and the wall behind my head were wet. Stripping back the mattress to investigate I found a healthy mushroom colony thriving in the c...