Calliope and the Friar's Oak Calliope to the vet to be snipped. Normally she is cheerful in Lorraine's car and looks out of the windows at people. Today, sensing something was up, she was on the floor giving throaty yowls of affront. Lorraine kindly then dropped me home again, and I worked on Skeletons for a couple of hours, but mainly attended to a variety of non-skeletal tasks: paying contributions, doing some business writing and calls, having lengthy conversations with Alf the philosophical plumber about how my shower unit is doomed. Also made time to start my scrapbook, by sticking in some images I had been collecting, while thinking about the Skelton Yawngrave story: a photo of girl with hair tangled in branches, two postcards of Snowshill Manor, whose mazy wooden rooms are full of eclectic objects such as antique musical instruments, clocks, and assorted oriental treasures, a picture of the Norns dowloaded from the Internet, as well as steampunk computers. Collected a ch...
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