Still working, after all these hours

[desperance]

I have another six pages to check, before the end of Part Two.

Six pages? It's nothing. But it's another half an hour's work, at current rates of progress; and I am tired already.

But! I can has cheeze! My blessed mother sent me a small hamper of Cornish cheeses in celebration of L. And I have - of course - wine. And the two are supposed to go together. Like Cornish and chuff, basically. (A birdie byword: the Cornish chough was supposedly so rare as to have disappeared almost altogether from the county when I was living there. But when foot-and-mouth closed the coastal footpath for a few months, suddenly there it was again. What I say is, it can't have gone very far...)(Also, the Cornish chough is otherwise known as the beckit, and occurs proper on the coat of arms of Thomas á Becket. How cool is that?)

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Cheese is excellent. There should always be cheese. I have lately discovered a new source of Chaource, which may be my favourite cheese, and have thus a Fridge of Joy.
Pages are always good. I have cleaned harmoniously, which sounds very Zen. Now I'm typing round Mooncat, because she is Feeling Helpful.

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For a moment I was trepidatious. The Chaz being crude? Surely never. Then I remembered that the chough is, indeed, a small bird and thusly can appear on a coat of arms (where it is often mistaken for a martlet)

Thank you for contributing to my continuing education. One can never have too much knowledge, in which regard it is like to cheese.