Golly! Another thought just occurred.
Mike and Gill have several grandchildren.
I could end up being Auntie Hilary, if I'm not very careful.
Poor kids.
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Adventures in Albion
Weep, weep O Walsingam, Whose dayes are nightes,
Blessings turned to blasphemies, Holy deedes to dispites.
Sinne is where our Ladye sate, Heaven turned is to helle;
Sathan sitte where our Lord did swaye,
Walsingam, oh, farewell!
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