... have been greatly exaggerated. Yours truly is snowed under of late, and I will be in four different countries in the next week, ash permitting. Many apologies for the dearth of new posts, but I do promise to pick up the pace when normalcy, whatever that means, returns. In the meantime I leave you with the thought that all must be well with the world if England are winning at cricket against Australia, and I for one applaud the manly spirit with which they have set about it. Roll on the Ashes.
Until I return, I bid you to stay resolute!
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