Help! Help! Charles Dickens ate my ability to write a clear sentence! Mooom, make him give it baaack!*
In other news, I have accumulated 86.6 Hobbit Miles since I
started that walking madness. We are in the forest and shall likely stray from the path quite soon. Tsk, hobbits. They never listen, man...
* I'm aware that blaming someone who's been dead over a century for my writing woes is a dramatic new low. Yes, even for me. :-D