When I was a freshman at UVM I took a course on mystery novels (for credit and everything!) and was forced to read a Dorothy L. Sayers Lord Peter Wimsey book. I hated it! So The Roomie picked up one a couple of months ago to try it out to see if she disliked them too. Well, I started reading it and absolutely LOVE it. I think I was a bit too earnest at 18 to get the humour. And seventy-pluss years on, it looks very camp now too (another thing I didn't get then)
The Doc and I had the following email exchange yesterday: The Doc: I just noticed, I can't find your England Report on your blog, you say you will tell people what happened but I can't find the actual info
Teru: Hmm, I should put that up, shouldn't I
The Doc: Only if you want to go into details about your booty call ;-)
Teru: Hmmm, I'm still uncertain about how much information I want to share on the web. It might get me more readers though :)
The Doc: Don't mind what you tell people, let them know how badly I was at sex, I don't care... tell them how you got ill and had to be cared for. tell them about the time I ran out of money and had to ask for NTL to put my money back into my account. you have my consent.
Anything you want. But most importantly of all you MUST tell people how much I love you, and how much I smiled and how much we kissed in public.
Oh and don't forget the meet and the reading bit. Since he said I could tell all, so
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