Five thirty. A.M. Sorry honey. James goes home in the morning. In the meantime, we've had a rather lazy afternoon - it's pouring out and there was making of soup and making of pie to keep me occupied in the kitchen, while Steve and Gloria bonded over the Lord of the Rings, Epic three. The Return of the King - the FINAL - thank G*D march of the Orcs. "The time of man is over. The time of the Orc is nigh." Or something like that. Guess what? I don't care.
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Infidel!
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