The pain, the pain!

Had a great time in Bristol, including a long (but not nearly long enough) and lovely lunch with gair and gerald, which involved discussion too interesting to allow for loo-breaks - steepholm and I agreed afterwards that should be a standard measurement for conversations.

One major headache while there the only down-note, and I spent a bit of time wondering about after-hours A&E visits.  (Yeah, I'm not the type to laugh in the face of pain.)

But the real pain I want to share before turning off the lights for Earth Hour,  is this. OW.  I stumbled across it while trying to spend my Audible credit before it runs out (have I already complained about having to use Audible UK instead of Audible.com? Yes?  Ah.) and after growling over the fact that they misspelled Jane bloody Austen, and said Northanger Abbey was by Jane Austen and anyone else, I tried to give the perfectly admirable project of making books accessible to learners of English full credit, but...   (I do think there's something wonderfully horrible about making that particular book easier to read though!)

Off to find things before the house goes dark...