The editor of the Times of Malta never prints my letters but I always say that where there is life there is hope.
Because of what Simon Busuttil, the dead shall remain nameless, Pierre Portelli and David Casa put the Muscat family through, my very fertile imagination would conclude they are drowning. But, lo and behold, I will put a hosepipe in their mouths.
Oh, what joy to be able to make up for breaking up the Muscat family, especially the trauma Soleil and Etoile must have gone through.
One should be careful because the mills of God grind slowly but they grind exceedingly fine.