So, to politics briefly

Feb. 6th, 2026 11:13 am
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The Mandelson affair rumbles on, and we're now at the stage of people considering who might be Labour leader (and PM) by the end of the year. Angela Rayner is probably the front-runner, being actually vaguely human and popular with the Labour grassroots, but HMRC still hasn't decided whether to impose a penalty charge over and above the tax she pays back. Wes Streeting is more centrist but is also perhaps too closely associated with the Labour establishment – and Mandelson is so toxic that this alone might be too much for him.

Who else? I don't know. It's possible someone will come almost out of nowhere, as John Major did after Margaret Thatcher's resignation in 1990.¹ But the pace of politics is far faster what it was a third of a century ago, and the previous assumption – that Keir Starmer would be allowed to stay in post long enough to take the flak for the expected local election and Senedd disasters in May – may not in fact be true. I really don't know at this point, but Starmer surely cannot lead Labour into the next general election.
¹ Major was Chancellor, but few expected him to win the leadership vote.

All over Europe politicians seem to be being toppled like dominoes over the Epstein scandal. Not that I care about that – we must never, ever forget that the reason this is a scandal in the first place is not political infighting but the horrific abuse of hundreds and hundreds of young women and children. But it does give me slight cause for optimism that at least politicians are going. A world in which Mandelson had kept his job after this would be a worse one.

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Feb. 6th, 2026 10:23 am
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Happy birthday, [personal profile] rymenhild!

Thursday

Feb. 5th, 2026 11:55 pm
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Another sunny day with temperatures up to 54 degrees. There’s an inversion (air pollution) though, but I stayed in because I was fatigued and had things to do. This will balance out, and I hope there will be some pleasant days in the spring.

I wrote and scheduled my first Substack newsletter after about a six week hiatus. That was a spontaneous decision when I took a break, and looking back I’m thankful I wasn’t writing during all the events that has happened since then. Not that things are going to be going more smoothly. Not at all.

The way I can do this is to compartmentalize. I keep a spiral notebook journal, an art journal, I leave footprints and installations in a virtual world, I write the newsletter and I note random things here. And I mostly keep them all separate. That feels right.

I often run my newsletter drafts by ChatGpt, and then go ahead and do it my way. I don’t have to answer to AI, but I’m curious about how what I do differs from the mainstream norm.

Somehow we got to chatting about my overall purpose, which feels vague to me. I was asked for the titles of my top performing posts, and some plausible feedback was given from just that. Like people who stay are those looking for orientation, not advice. There was more, but I’ll share this bit here:

The reader who might bounce

1. The Skimmers.
People who open Substack for “3 quick insights” or hot takes. Your piece asks them to slow down. Some won’t.

2. The Solution-Hunters.
Readers who want a tidy arc: problem → lesson → actionable steps. You live more in problem → presence → principle. That’s beautiful, but not everyone knows how to sit with it.

3. The Performative Optimists.
The ones who want everything framed as growth, gratitude, or hustle. Your honesty about anger, limits, and open loops may feel “heavy” to them.
None of these are flaws. They’re filters. You’re not writing a net. You’re writing a doorway.

I don’t see it as guidelines about what to do, but as helpful reframes for my self-doubt and habit of negative self-talk.

There was the usual amount of day napping, and I had meals that took little preparation. I painted and did some admin. I’ve read online that young people have admin parties, which I think is a great idea.

One of my sisters passed in 2005, and my mother in 2006. I was the one who took care of most things after, and it was the paperwork and agencies to be dealt with that burned me out. It’s horrifically complicated. A too high cost for having had a life.

That might sound heavy, but this is how I see things and at age 71 I’m not likely to change.

Follow Friday 2-6-26

Feb. 6th, 2026 12:40 am
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Got any Follow Friday-related posts to share this week? Comment here with the link(s).

Here's the plan: every Friday, let's recommend some people and/or communities to follow on Dreamwidth. That's it. No complicated rules, no "pass this on to 7.328 friends or your cat will die".

Follow Friday 2-6-26: London

Feb. 6th, 2026 12:30 am
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Today's theme is London.

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Reading Wrap-up 1/26

Feb. 6th, 2026 07:02 am
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Duras, Marguerite: Abahn Sabana David. Open Letter Books. 2016.
I've bought this years ago in a bundle with several Duras-books and I must say, I've no idea what I read here. I think the word one uses for something like this nowadays is: word salad. At least it was short.

Riddle, John: Contraception and Abortion from the Ancient World to the Renaissance. Harvard University Press. 1992.
This was delightful. I actually bought this for fic research, but I thoroughly enjoyed it even apart from the excellent info it provided. The author's thesis is that - contrary to popular belief - people in antiquity and well beyond had very detailed knowledge about contraception (and abortion). Later, this knowledge was lost. The assumption is that this loss was caused by Christian religion and its rigid moral standard. Fascinating!

Steinbeck, John: The Grapes of Wrath. Penguin. 2006.
I read "Of Mice and Men" as a teenager and was absolutely blown away. I always meant to give Steinbeck another go and find a few more favourites. I went with "The Grapes of Wrath" because this is argueably his magnus opus. And boy, did I hate it. Maybe it's an unpopular opinion, but this book didn't age well. The most interesting thing about it is the fact that it's widely popular and acclaimed in the U.S. despite its openly communist agenda. (Mind you, not that there's anything wrong with a communist agenda, per se - but my understanding is that the U.S. and communist ideas don't mix well.)

Donaldson, David Santos: Greenland. Amistad. 2022.
This was such a missed chance. The blurb says this is a novel within a novel about E.M. Forster's love affair with an Egyptian tram conductor, but I learnt basically zero about that. Everything about Forster and his affair read like an author self-insert (or maybe a protagonist self-insert, since the protagonist is also the author of the book within a book). I took basically nothing away from the read expect maybe the info that black gay men in New York are obnoxious and annoying. (Sorry to all N.Y. gay men ...)

Moore, Kate: The Radium Girls. Simon & Schuster. 2016.
God, this was painful (pun intended). This is such an important book with such a strong sujet, but the execution wasn't even mid it was infuriatingly bad. The writing had the level of a romance book you buy at a whim at a train station. It was that bad. Moore clearly wanted to write a kitschy novel - every character here (and there are way too many) was introduced by bodily features. Women have dazzling smiles and men have strong arm muscles. Paired with the subject matter of the book this approach made me gag. The book needed to be written, but Kate Moore was the wrong woman for the job, sorry.

Johnson, Denis: Train Dreams. Picador. 2012.
I had never read anything by Denis Johnson but right after finishing this I bought another of his works. This was so good! It deals with the life of a man in the Idaho Panhandle throughout the 20th century. It starts in 1917 and ends in the 1960s with his death. In the nostalgia this evokes it reminded me a little of Harrison's "Legends of the Fall" which is equally panoramic in its approach and shows a time not too long ago but ultimately lost and absolutely alien to us now. Fantastic read!
 

Economics

Feb. 5th, 2026 08:44 pm
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The Impact Fee Illusion

Why “growth paying for growth” often leaves cities weaker, not stronger.

The public discussion usually starts something like this: a new development brings new residents, more traffic, and greater demand for public services. Roads, schools, pipes, and parks don’t build themselves. Someone has to pay for them. Asking growth to pay for growth sounds fair. It sounds prudent. And yet, many cities that rely heavily on impact fees still find themselves financially fragile. They struggle to maintain infrastructure, stretch operations thin, and quietly drift toward insolvency.


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Fire in the Sky Sunset

Feb. 5th, 2026 07:52 pm
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Some weeks back I saw one of the most fiery color sunsets I've yet seen. It's usually the case that sunsets look even more colorful to the camera, but in this case it was already a strong red, and was widespread.

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Implant Day

Feb. 5th, 2026 07:53 pm
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A while back, I bought some Milkbones for “medium“ dogs. Well, their idea of medium is not mine; they’re tiny. Bella loves them. The box is open, but she doesn’t try to eat them all at once, so I let her get one when she feels like it. She always gets one right before we go to bed, and comes trotting in with it in her mouth. She’s almost done with the box, and I’ll get her some larger ones.

Overslept until 8 AM. I must have needed the sleep. Let the dogs out, fed us all, etc.

I’m thinking that it’s funny that Lily is the smallest cat that I’ve had, and Oliver is one of the biggest.

Why is “Puff, the Magic Dragon” playing in my head?

Showered, makeupped, ready to go. I have a few minutes before I get an Uber. At the dentist now.

Back home. The implant wasn’t too bad, but it’ll probably hurt after the numbness wears off. I took some preemptive acetaminophen, but they recommend ibuprofen, so I’ll have to have some delivered. I think that I’ll nap soon. Napped for a couple of hours.

The dogs keep sniffing my face. I think that they smell the blood from my dental surgery.

I’m feeling shaky. I’m making some macaroni and cheese. Had a good late lunch. Now I’ll order my meds to be delivered and also some yogurt because of the antibiotics. I forgot ibuprofen so I submitted another order, sigh. They’re shipping my meds although I wanted same-day delivery. Oh well. It’ll get here tomorrow. Got my ibuprofen and took some.

I’m reading the PCT book with Oliver curled up in my lap. Cozy. I bought two headlamps because they would be good to have if the power goes out.

Lousy day on the stock market. Oh well.

Let the dogs out. Can’t stop yawning. I need to make it an early night.

I did get my meds today. I’ll take the antibiotic before I go to sleep.

I really would like to see Crater Lake sometime. The closest airport is Redmond. I’d want to rent a car, although there is a bus there. The airfare isn’t too expensive.

Finished my book. I ordered her next book, but it won’t be published until March.

Fed us all. I ate more macaroni because it’s soft. Now I’m seriously thinking about going to bed. I did start another Pacific Crest Trail book. The guy worked in Silicon Valley, and oh, could I relate. I haven’t reached the point where he chucks it for the trail yet.

Ugh. Possible ice tonight. Good thing I don’t have to go anywhere tomorrow.

Cool. I found a pair of clean pajamas. They're ugly but very warm.
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I was despairing of the 73% of American Republicans who are on team GO ICE in a poll NPR just published asking whether ICE has gone too far -- and the 7% of Democrats and 29% percent of Independents who are with them.

[personal profile] hannah talked me down by pointing out that, as discussed in the linked conversation, 27% of Illinois voted for Alan Keyes over Barack Obama, which was patently bananas.

I remember a certain male role model in my life talking up Alan Keyes. This does not increase my faith in his understanding of politics, or indeed his inhabiting of the same planet I do.

Conversations with my father

Feb. 6th, 2026 01:16 am
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[phone rings in my hotel room]
Me: “Hello?”
Concierge, sounding very uncertain and slightly bemused: “Um, hello, is that Nanila, who just checked in with us today?”
Me: “Yes, that’s correct.”
Concierge: “Um…I have a gentleman on the line who would like to speak to you. I…I think he’s your father? I’m so sorry, I’m really not sure.”
Me, chuckling: “That sounds like him. Did he say his name was [Firstname Lastname]?”
Concierge: “I couldn’t understand him when he said his name. I think it’s my phone line.”
Me, drily: “Please don’t be sorry. That will be one of two things: his accent, or he hasn’t got his teeth in.”
Concierge, now relaxing a bit and giggling: “Would you like me to put him through?”
Me: “Please do, thank you.”

*pause*

Me: “Hi Dad, how are you doing?”
Dad: “I tried to call you but I kept getting the prison! Where are you? Are you in XX hotel?!”
Me, patiently: “Yes, Dad, I’m in the hotel.”
Dad: “What room are you in? I need to write it down. Are you sure? Are you okay?”
Me: “Dad. I’m in Room NN. I am fine. And if this is the prison then it’s had a tremendous facilities upgrade.”
Dad: “Oh, okay. Was the traffic awful? Are you very tired? When do you want to meet for dinner? Should we go to the sushi place? Do you remember the sushi place? I need to put my teeth in!”
Me: “Yes, yes, whenever you want to eat, yes, yes, and yes, you do.”

For anyone who has met me in person and has thought to themselves, “This woman has no idea how to hold a conversation like a normal human being,” this is 100% where I got it from. Thanks, Dad.

Food

Feb. 5th, 2026 06:20 pm
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This simple diet shift cut 330 calories a day without smaller meals

People who switch to a fully unprocessed diet don’t just eat differently—they eat smarter. Research from the University of Bristol shows that when people avoid ultra-processed foods, they naturally pile their plates with fruits and vegetables, eating over 50% more food by weight while still consuming hundreds fewer calories each day. This happens because whole foods trigger a kind of built-in “nutritional intelligence,” nudging people toward nutrient-rich, lower-calorie options.

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Birdfeeding

Feb. 5th, 2026 06:14 pm
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Today is cloudy and cold.

I fed the birds.  I've seen a large flock of sparrows, one female and three male cardinals, and a starling.  A small flock of other birds high in the trees may have been more starlings or perhaps mourning doves.

I put out water for the birds. 

EDIT 2/5/26 -- I did a bit of work around the patio.

EDIT 2/5/26 -- I did more work around the patio.

I am done for the night.

Wednesday Reading on Thursday

Feb. 5th, 2026 04:36 pm
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This is actually all of December and January, which I wrote up for my professional blog.

The Woods All Black by Lee Mandelo is horror, a genre I read only rarely, but I was completely gripped by the 1930s rural setting. Leslie Bruin, a trans man and veteran nurse of World War One, now works for the Frontier Nursing Service. Sent to the tiny, isolated town of Spar Creek, he is quickly put on his guard by unfriendly townspeople and louring forest, but stays to try and help young Stevie Mattingly, a tomboyish local whom the entire town seems to want to control. The building tension is very effective, and finally explodes in dark magic and violence. Trigger warnings for off-screen sexual assault and some gory justice doled out towards the end.

The Incandescent by Emily Tesh is very excellent. It's a magic school story from a teacher's perspective, which fully demonstrates the ridiculously huge workload of a senior administrator/teacher and the difficulties of having a "human" life separate from teaching. It has great characters and deep worldbuilding, and even shows what graduate school and career paths the students might take. The solidly English middle-class point of view character Sapphire Walden, socially awkward with a doctorate in thaumaturgy, is brilliantly depicted, including her grappling with how to communicate with her students who vary in race and class. This novel read as a love letter to teachers and teaching that also showed their humanity with its mistakes and flaws.

Troubled Waters by Sharon Shinn is first in the "Elemental Blessings" series, a secondary-world fantasy with magic and personality types associated with/linked to elements or combinations thereof. The protagonist, for example, is linked mostly to water, which has a relationship to Change; in her case, she's part of major political changes. The story begins just after Zoe Ardelay's father has died. He was a political exile, and Zoe has mostly grown up in an isolated, tiny village. Darien Serlast, one of the king's advisors, arrives to bring her to the capital city, ostensibly to be the king's fifth wife. At this point, I was expecting a Marriage of Convenience, possibly with Darien. This did not happen; instead, the first of several shifts in the plot (much like changes in a river's course over time) sent Zoe off on her own to make new friends. While there is indeed a romance with Darien, eventually, it was secondary to the political plots revolving around the king, the machinations of his wives, and Zoe's discoveries about her heritage and associated magical abilities. I enjoyed the unexpected twists of the plot, but by the end felt I'd read enough of this world and did not move on to the rest of the series.

A Drop of Corruption by Robert Jackson Bennett is second in a series, Shadow of the Leviathan, but since my library hold on it came in first, I read out of order. As with many mystery series, there was enough background that I had no trouble reading it as a standalone. This secondary world fantasy mystery has genuinely interesting worldbuilding, mostly related to organic technology based on the flesh and blood of strange, metamorphic creatures called Leviathans who sometimes come ashore and wreak destruction. The story revolves around a research facility that works directly with these dangerous corpses and is secretly doing more than is public. Protagonists Dinios Kol and his boss, the eccentric and brilliant detective Ana Dolabra, are sent from the imperial Iudex to an outlier territory, Yarrow, whose economy is structured around organic technology and the research facility known as The Shroud. Yarrow is in the midst of negotiations with the imperial Treasury for a future entry into the Empire when one of the Treasury representatives is murdered. Colonialism and the local feudal system complicate both the plot and the investigation. If you like twists and turns, this is great. There are hints of the Pacific Rim movies (but no mecha) in the leviathans, and of famous detective pairings including Holmes and Watson and Nero Wolfe and Archie Goodwin, the latter of which the author explicitly mentions in the afterword. (Similarities: Ana likes to stay in one places, is a gourmet of sorts, sends Kol out for information; Kol has a photographic memory and is good at picking up sex partners.)

The Tainted Cup by Robert Jackson Bennett kicks off the Shadow of the Leviathan series. Kol and Ana begin the story in a backwater canton but soon travel to the imperial town that supports the great sea wall and holds back the Titans that invade in the wet season. The worldbuilding and the mystery plot are marvelously layered, and Ana's eccentricities are classic for a detective. I kept thinking, "he's putting down a clue, when is someone in this story going to pick it up?" and sometimes, I felt like the pickup took too long. This might have been on purpose, to drag out the tension. As a writer, I was definitely paying attention to the techniques the author used.

Paladin's Grace by T. Kingfisher is first in the "Saint of Steel" series, which has been recommended to me so many times by this point that I've lost count. While the story is serious and begins with an accidental massacre, the dialogue has Kingfisher's trademark whimsy, irony, and humor. When the supernatural Saint of Steel dies, its holy Paladins are bereft but still subject to a berserker rage no longer guided by the Saint. The survivors are taken in by the Temple of the White Rat and then must...survive. Paladin Stephen feels like a husk who serves the White Rat as requested and knits socks in his downtime until he accidentally saves a young woman from danger and becomes once again interested in living. Grace, a perfumer, fled an abusive marriage and has now stumbled into a murderous plot. Meanwhile, a series of mysterious deaths in the background eventually work their way forward. This was really fun, and I will read more.

Paladin's Hope by T. Kingfisher is third in the "Saint of Steel" series and features the lich-doctor (coroner) Piper, who becomes entangled with the paladin Galen and a gnole (badger-like sapient), Earstripe, who is investigating a series of very mysterious deaths. Galen still suffers the effects of when the Saint of Steel died, and is unwilling to build relationships outside of his fellow paladins; Piper works with the dead because of a psychic gift as well as other reasons that have led to him walling off his feelings. A high-stress situation helps to break down their walls, though I confess that video-game-like scenario dragged a bit for me. Also, I really wanted to learn a lot more about the gnoles and their society.

Paladin's Strength by T. Kingfisher is second in the "Saint of Steel" series but arrived third so far as my library holds were concerned; I actually finished it in February but am posting it here so it's with the other books in the series. This one might be my favorite of the series so far. Istvhan's level-headedness and emotional intelligence appeal strongly to me. Clara's strong sense of self made me like her even before the reveal of her special ability (which I guessed ahead of time). They were a well-matched couple, and a few times I actually laughed out loud at their dialogue. I also appreciated seeing different territory and some different cultures in this world. I plan to read the fourth book in this series, and more by this author.

Wrong on the Internet by selkit is a brief Murderbot (TV) story involving Sanctuary Moon fandom, Ratthi, and SecUnit. It's hilarious.

Cold Bayou by Barbara Hambly (2018) is sixteenth in the series, and I would not recommend starting here, as there are a lot of returning characters with complex relationships. Set in 1839 in southern Louisiana, the free man of color Ben, his wife Rose, his mother, his sister Dominique and her daughter, and his close friend Hannibal Sefton travel via steamboat to an isolated plantation, Cold Bayou, for a wedding.

As well as the inhabitants of the plantation (enslaved people and the mixed-race overseer and his wife), the sprawling cast includes an assortment of other family related by blood or otherwise through the complex French-Creole system of interracial relationships called plaçage or mariages de la main gauche. These involved White men contracting with mistresses of color while, often, married to White women for reasons of money or control over land rather than romance. The resulting complexities are a constant theme in this series, as Ben and his sister Olympe were freed from slavery in childhood when their mother was purchased and freed to be a placée; meanwhile, his half-sister Dominique is currently a placée, and on good terms with her partner Henri's wife, Chloe, who later has a larger role in the mystery plot.

Veryl St.-Chinian, one of two members of a family with control over a vast quantity of property, is 67 years old and has decided to marry 18 year old Ellie Trask, an illiterate Irish girl whose past is revealed to be socially dubious. Even before Ellie's rough-hewn uncle shows up with a squad of violent bravos, tempers are fraught and no-one thinks the marriage is a good idea, because of the vast family voting power it would give Ellie. Complicating matters is the inevitable murder and also a storm that floods the plantation and prevents most outside assistance for an extended period.

Hambly is one of my autobuy authors and I greatly enjoyed revisiting familiar characters as well as seeing them grapple with mystery tropes such as "detective is incapacitated and must rely on others for information" and "isolated assortment of plausible murder suspects." She's great at successively amping up the danger with plot twists that fractal out to the rest of the story, and though justice is always achieved in the end (as is required for the Mystery genre), the historical circumstances of these books can result in justice for some and not others. I highly recommend this series if you like mystery that successfully dramatizes complex social history.
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Second paragraph of third chapter:

Anji shuddered. Whatever those buildings had once been, they were now unrecognisable, hulking ghosts being teased apart by ivy It was amazing how quiet everything was. No traffic, no birdsong, none of the hurly-burly of the city as it should be. Only the sound of their own footsteps and conversation, and the wind sighing through the trees.

Next in the sequence of Eighth Doctor novels that I read but did not review a decade ago, this has the Doctor, Fitz and Anji arriving in a parallel universe – Bristol, to be specific – where a chronological disaster has wiped out most animals and devastated humanity. There is some good action between the macro plot of trying to fix things and the micro plot of the local politics of the (doomed) inhabitants of the parallel timestream. Despite the fact that this Bristol is depopulated and desolate, there is a real sense of place and space in this book and good characterisation of the main characters, including more than one parallel version of Isambard Kingdom Brunel. I liked it more than some in this sequence. You can get Reckless Engineering here.

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I had a birthday! It was low key (Mum is still not up for even small adventures) but involved a lot of eating. I had lunch with Dad, and then dinner with S before choir although I was still so full I managed half a starter and a bit of her dessert. Then choir, and we had some cookies in the break. Tomorrow I have post-swimming coffee and cake before work and then office snacks (three flavours of interesting cheese crackers! I thought that was more fun than cake).

Nearly everyone gave me vouchers as per my request and I have so many Steam vouchers now. That will be fun for when my wishlist items go on good sales! Also my dad gave me a scented candle but that was more of a "please get rid of this thing I don't want" than a present as such :D It appears to be a branded corporate gift from his old work, but it smells OK and my candle order has been "on its way" from the parcel facility less than twenty miles away for ten days now, so I'll take it.

Choir was also interesting because it was the first rehearsal of the second conductor candidate we're auditioning. So far I like him - probably better than the first one, although he was OK - but we'll see how it goes. I had demanded that S make sure I was sung happy birthday (before we realised it was the new guy's first night!) but she managed to make it happen anyway. Deeply mortifying in the moment, but also I really wanted it to happen! It was the 22nd anniversary of S and I joining the chorus (no prizes for guessing why I can remember exactly what date it was...) and we've been friends ever since.

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