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In Which Your Humble Blogger observes differences.
In Which Your Humble Blogger observes differences.
In Which, once again, Your Humble Blogger offers advice to someone who needs it not, nor will ever hear it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger dashes off a note before dashing off to rehearsal.
In Which Your Humble Blogger almost forgets to mention that it’s a really good book.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is pretty sure which book he read.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is against discounts, except for the part where things are cheaper.
In Which, having intended for some time to add to the monograph on tea preparation and consumption heretofore presented in this space, Your Humble Blogger at last is able to illustrate, graphically, a concept concerning the difference between, as an example, an ordinary breakfast blend, purchased in bulk, and the detritus that makes its way into a typical sachet.
In Which Your Humble Blogger sits on the ground and tells sad tales of the deaths of kings, and then has to have some help standing up again.
In Which Your Humble Blogger got shoes, you got shoes, all Gd’s chillun got shoes, but we’re still looking for the right hat.
In Which Your Humble Blogger tells the characters you can’t burn the coal! It’s killing us!, but they can’t hear me because it’s 1939.