“Penny for the Luther?”
I gave them a threepence for fuel. “Make it a big one”.
“It’ll burn the gates of heaven, mister” the youngsters promised.
It can’t possibly be November next week, where has the year gone? Well, yes, sixty four feast days, forty two Sundays, a fortnight coding a webpage update for the Bishop to buy forgiveness for missing the Feast of St Alan (I was in the Zone and lost track of the calendar, okay?), but there are just enough working days left in the year of our Lord twenty one twenty six to perfect my Large Latin Model and set it loose on Testanet.