Another saltire

...well, sort of.

Or a game of cat's cradle.

Anyway, a criss-cross of telegraph wires.

With tiny wee moon for added value. Can you see it?

I did enjoy Last Tango in Halifax last night! Three huge policemen trying to stop the baby crying, Celia trying to explain her relationship with said baby and Lawrence's sudden volte-face when he realises who the baby's father is were laugh-out-loud moments for me.