I think you may be on to something, Thomas. Something sinister. But we Covenesses don't talk about our private rituals.
Now. Tomorrow afternoon, God help me, I am going to Nice for a week. Tihs will be pretty horrible. Nothing much to do, rotten weather. (Yeah it'll be warmer, but rain is rain.) I shall suffer unbearable Web-withdrawal. Back next Saturday, late.
So be good, all, and have a Merry Christmas. Let's all overeat, so we can complain about dieting for the first three months of the New Year. Tihs, after all, is waht middle age is all about.
J |
