Sybil's female forebears had valiantly backed up their husbands as distant embassies were besieged, had given birth on a camel or in the shade of a stricken elephant, had handed around the little gold chocolates while trolls were trying to break into the compound, or had merely stayed at home and nursed such bits of husbands and sons as made it back from endless little wars. The result was a species of woman who, when duty called, turned into solid steel.

I didn't go to university. Didn't even finish A-levels. But I have sympathy for those who did.

I don't really plan. I'm almost intuitive about things.

Divide by cucumber error. Please reinstall universe and reboot.

The second mouse gets the cheese!

Letitia! What a name. Halfway between a salad and a sneeze.

When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man I put away childish things because. wow, then I could afford much *better* childish things!