...of ships and sealing wax, and cabbages and kings...

only for some reason I had thought there were clocks involved somewhere. Oh well; perhaps it's just my father's penchant for using the line and changing it around to suit the occasion.

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Also:

( cambric tea! like the shirt! )

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and I am lazy and not at climbing. Not that I would be doing that much of the actual upward movement if I were there, but I could belay people, and cough at them in a friendly manner and stuff... But traffic seemed like way too much effort, and I have a book to finish. Or something like that. Oh well... fencing will be much easier. Heck, I could walk there (not that I will, since I don't actually fancy carrying my stuff the whole way, and I might want to do things by tomorrow.)