Am cold, busy and fretful. More soon.
(We were visiting the castle in Pomerania and our guide asked us to belt out a number. Most of the choir were sobbing by the end, but I remained masculine and Anglo Saxon. It's Morten Lauridsen's O Magnum Mysterium, in case you don't recognise it... I'm the shadowy one with the shiny forehead.)
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That wasn't my shiny forehead - I have a few grey highlights, but I'm neither specky nor a senior citizen, though sometimes I feel like one. (Like I am one, not desirous of any kind of liaison or eating experience with one).