I'm a stranger here myself

These boys swear they haven't the least idea who I am. They are vaguely aware that they used to live with someone, but he went away and left them ages back; and me, I'm just this stranger who's turned up out of the blue. Having been sniffed carefully all over, I am now being Stared At from across the room. Quite coldly.

Or in other words, I went to Sunderland yesterday and stayed overnight with Bryan & Mary Talbot. Food may have been eaten; wine may have been drunk. I stayed for lunch today, and may have peeled a butternut squash.

One thing for sure, I've read Grandville and you haven't. It's good, being Bryan's official proofreader; I get to smug. *smugs*