very little more than a quotation

Not one of those days when I have any witty thoughts or brilliant comments.

That's two parcels now that were delivered and then taken away again "while you were out". Something to look forward to on Saturday, as I'm having them redelivered then.

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You may have seen the picture, in Johnson's Historie, which shows Anne Bonney as a strapping virago in deplorable trousers and inadequate blouse, armed with cutlass, battle-axe, and pistols, one of which she is discharging at some unfortunate off-camera. But that was ages ago, when she'd been a wild young pirate groupie racketing around with Calico Jack, and styling herself "Ms". Nowadays the bra-burning buccaneerette had become an exquisitely languid young matron who ate far too much creamy food, dieted self-indulgently, read popular novels in bed, crammed herself into fashionable creations, and couldn't have roused herself to scuttle or slit a paper bag, although she remained passionately addicted to young men, innocent or not, because (she maintained) it took her mind off slimming.

The sudden advent of Avery, bowing his stalwart six feet two in sash and ruffles, caused marshmallow and calorie chart alike to slip limply from the fingers; she swallowed convulsively, and her sleepy green eyes and generous mouth parted in awed astonishment, slowly widening into a smile which, in a public place, would have led to her apprehension by the Vice Squad.

-- The Pyrates, George MacDonald Fraser