Thing's have been packing up lately.
This month has been just as cold, snowy and dark as the previous one. Luckily there's cause for celebration. That is to say I have no idea how to party over someone whose been dead for decades.
One of my absolute favourite authors is Charles Dickens. His villains are truly bad, heroes innocent and there's always a happy ending. Some of his novels were originally published in newspapers as serial stories so you can find twists and turns as the story goes along. My favourite it A tale of two cities. Unfortunately Andrew Davies hasn't go his fingers on this one. Yet. So I'll post a wonderful scene from Little Dorrit. Britain's got talent.
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