Curious, bi-partisanship
In Which Your Humble Blogger is amused. And employed, which makes it easier to be amused.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is amused. And employed, which makes it easier to be amused.
In Which Your Humble Blogger would gladly sacrifice a few lines for a chance to stay in the green room and have a wee drinkie.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is pleased, again (and again and again) that other people are good at directing.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does something a second time, which means it’s a tradition, right? Oh, I hope not.
In Which Your Humble Blogger somehow really thought that the title was about policemen, plural, which (for no discernible reason) seemed much worse.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is happy.
In Which Your Humble Blogger reaches the end of Chapter Three, and is thinking about taking some time off before beginning Chapter Four.
In Which Your Humble Blogger buttonholes you for a moment’s conference.
In Which Your Humble Blogger steps back in the river at last. Different water, different foot.
In Which Your Humble Blogger hasn’t actually tried the patterns out, but trusts that they would knit out well.