We waved little Sidney off into the big, wide world, the night before last. He chirruped loudly at us, as if to say ‘Thanks, you KIDNAPPING SCUMBAGS!’, and then pottered around the garden for about ten minutes before disappearing into the hedge, natch. Ah, it seems like only yesterday that he was just a tiny handful of sleeping hedgehog... wait, it was two days ago. Okay then.
What next, Oxford? I’m hoping balloon rides, or a puppy.
What next, Oxford? I’m hoping balloon rides, or a puppy.



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I actually had the book, hadn't read it, hadn't read it...and then it was suddenly due, with no renewals, and I finished it in less than 24 hours. Deadlines, people. They work.
I'd be very interested in your thoughts on Rough Crossings, for IBARW, or after.