I am drinking one small baileys. With coffee. Hubby is reading Mary Tighe from the turn of the 19th century, a female english poet, 3rd edition, 1811. Hubby reads a ton. Geology, philosophy and recently, in the last year, 18-19th century female poets. He just went to the herbal shop, week end indulgence. It is 9:30pm. 

We are truly not well off, and If I was a rich heir, I would know by now. ah ah ah. There was a bit of bs on this blog I think.