
And then I started reading Who Was Changed and Who Was Dead by Barbara Comyns, in which the residents of a small village are starting to go mad and kill themselves or each other, not long after the local baker decided to try his hand at baking rye bread

I spent several hours today investigating the URL handling in the new forum software. I think I can finally see how to bend it to my will, though it involves a few weird tricks. Luckily, they provide some rather elegant ways of stepping in and overriding the standard behaviour

I might go shopping tomorrow. I’ve still got a few bits to get for Christmas, and the shops will be getting increasingly crowded and unpleasant between now and then

Goodnight all



, LM tried but they'd all gone & she was going to be in Oslo that day anyway, whilst NF's car failed the MOT on a lightbulb, then passed when they put a new one in, though a rear tyre had a nail in it.
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