Finally, really, truthfully finished; the flags of warring nations conclude it. What a palaver!
And this too - filled a too-big gap with the words from Isaiah, in French.
Tiding as I go. Relieved that Bob will be back tomorrow, he can manage all the stuff I can't, poor chap.
Despite a sense of anaemia - intellectual bloodlessness, what's that called? - lots of ideas.
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