So I got back Sunday afternoon, slept for 18 hours, caught the Lovely Bride's cold, and am dragging myself around the house like some tomb-lost lich, bemoaning my fate and trying to keep up with various promises.
More later, when I recover. Promise.
Lord Grey’s Lisp: Or, how to write speech impediments (or not)
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Readers of Dorothy Dunnett might already know where I’m heading with this.
For them, I say “Stop now, if you wish. Nothing new to see, here.” For the
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