Ordinary Dozen

Blackgrave Manor, Chapter 12. Thunder, ravens, romantic Narcissa, evil and sarcastic Lucius, and yet another in my patented series of cliffhanger endings every 700 words . . .

So Self-Referential It Hurts

1. Wandered into McCabe today and discovered the making out in McCabe poem on display. See title.
   
2. If I lived in Great Britain, I could buy band T-shirts for non-existent bands. America? Land of opportunity? What on earth were my grandparents thinking?