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It's werewolf night tonight! Yay for Remus Lupin, for Sergeant Angua, and all their like as long as they don't bite me or mine. May they have joy of it!
The weather is so warm, and the moonlight so preternaturally bright, birds keep singing in our courtyard all through the night. They did so last night as well.
Poor misguided beasties! I won't be astonished if I meet some rather bleary birds at daytime tomorrow or the day after, sitting listlessly and hung-over on their bare branches, totally exhausted from their nightly revels, and realising belatedly it's still supposed to be winter.
On another note, I was looking through some of his file collection with Thomas the Metropolitan just now. Idly observed that men's balls always seem to be a bit crooked and hanging askew. Found no sensible reason for this phenomenon, and had to take Thomas by his word that this is, indeed, the rule. Seems he's made a thorough study of the subject...
The weather is so warm, and the moonlight so preternaturally bright, birds keep singing in our courtyard all through the night. They did so last night as well.
Poor misguided beasties! I won't be astonished if I meet some rather bleary birds at daytime tomorrow or the day after, sitting listlessly and hung-over on their bare branches, totally exhausted from their nightly revels, and realising belatedly it's still supposed to be winter.
On another note, I was looking through some of his file collection with Thomas the Metropolitan just now. Idly observed that men's balls always seem to be a bit crooked and hanging askew. Found no sensible reason for this phenomenon, and had to take Thomas by his word that this is, indeed, the rule. Seems he's made a thorough study of the subject...
