It was December, and the wind coming off the Channel was practically Arctic. On some ships, moods were high, leave was granted, and a reprieve from the endless gray monotony of blockade assured. Sails and rudders beat a merry path back to English shores, and while many aboard the Indefatigable watched them vanish with ill-concealed envy,
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Missed your writing - thanks for sharing. (The best drabbles have a bite in the end - I've just noticed what I wrote and I shan't change it!)
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I shall have to make sure my next drabble has a bite in it, just for you. *wicked grin*
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And, I have to confess that I saw him live in pantomime on Boxing Day. I died.
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