nThe attentive reader will have noticed by now a certain scarcity of postings.
Alas I have been of late entirely overcome by a frightful strain of motu proprio influenza.
That is, Dear Reader, I have wanted to post. I have meant to post. Truly, posts have been prepared, reported upon, and delivered, only to be prevented, at the last possible second, by sinister gangs of brutish European Bishops, from publishing.
At any rate I was to the tobacconist’s shop this afternoon and have since been visited by the aromatic and twin Muses, Burley and Black Cavendish.
Blogging will resume at once.