Misc

Siobhan mentioned while back that she missed rain on corrugated iron roofs; last night Ada had a bad run of sleeping poorly. After hours of wakefulness and the dread feeling of a night with three or four hours of sporadic sleep salvation came in the form of rain. The steady rhythm on the roof had us off to sleep in no time.

J: Then why didst thou attempt to bed him thus?
B: I did not!
J: Aye, thou didst! O, aye, thou didst!
Thou sought to rape him like a chattel whore!
And sooth, Lord Wallace is displeased to bed
With aught but Lady Wallace, whom he wed.

Pulp Fiction in the style of William Shakespeare.