It's taken me all weekend to feel vaguely human again after last week's emotional rollercoaster, and now, alas, it is over. I have managed to do a fair amount of cooking, though, after going a bit wild at the farmer's market yesterday - trout with fennel, and carrot-and-jerusalem-artichoke soup, and ginger biscuits to bring in for my students, plus ( Read more... )

I'm sorry. I couldn't resist, and I'm only surprised that this hasn't been done before, to my knowledge. It's not my fault that modern-day time-travellers have such a limited store of surnames...

( “Excuse me,” the man in the pinstripe suit and trainers says, “but can you tell me what year it is?” )