I had a lot of posts to read tonight, and still have more to go. Sorry if I haven’t been keeping up.
I also had a lot of reading to do as I’ve been having trouble believing some of the comments in a blog I read regularly. The reading tends to indicate that my incredulity is well founded. Then again, it would, because I am right and they are wrong.
Then I had another internet link trail to follow – from Peterborough to Shakespeare. I may tell you later. It’s all Clare Pooley’s fault. She’s a bad influence.
I’ve also been looking after a frozen wife – a day in the garden was not what she needed today.
Now I have to take Number Two Son to work. By the time I get back it will be late to post.
Sorry, this is a bit short even for me.