Tin-ton-tan

[desperance]

I am making, I have to say, some very odd choices. It's probably those feline parasites embedded in my brain. But of course I want to keep my book on the social and economic history of France in the nineteenth century, disguised as a commentary on the practice of bell-ringing. How not? I might never find it again.

Talking of which, I am starting to wonder why some books I have not yet found. There must be extra stashes in unpredictable places. Or the cats are driving me crazy.