We have always lived in Serendip

So I was reading this definition of a turlough, or disappearing lake, when I entirely misread "limestone" and quite thought it said "timestone". Which makes a totally different kind of sense, in a world in which - let's be honest - I would rather live.

Instead, I suppose I'll just have to write about it. Eventually.

An unexpected, yet entirely predictable, conversation with Mac

"No, sweetie, that's an almond ... Little cats don't ... Oh, go on, then, but I'll only say I told ... Oh, good grief."

[NB - I have no evidence that he actually ate it. But he certainly fussed for it, and he certainly took it.]