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I am officially Deaded this morning.

For reasons unlikely top become clear again at the moment, I was looking at maps of the area round Spurn Head in East Yorkshire, ending up with this one.

Now what I want to know is - how do they know there will be a dolphin exactly there? Does the OS fly people up from Southampton specifically to nail the poor thing to the sea-bed?

See - told you I was Deaded...

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From a thought following a wickerwork monument, and a comment to yvesilena:

In The Battle For Domestic Supremacy, There Can Be Only One. The Primal Battle Of Good And Evil Is Upon Us...

Mary Poppins vs Mrs Danvers

In 27 chapters, winner to be determined by two white dresses or a spoonful of sugar. No Fforde clones, no umbrellas, and definitely no Dick Van bloody Dyke.

Place your bets now...


[this post brought to you by being about two-thirds of the way through Rebecca. It's very well written, and atmospheric, but the heroine drives me up the wall. Absolutely everything sends her squirrelling off into the trees of memory or imagination. Compared to her, Proust was a clam.
I've just reached The Big Revelation. As Big Revelations go, it's not bad, though it could probably do with more ninjas]