I'm sorry, I really am. But I'm talkitive tonight.

[eleneariel]

I spent the last half hour out watching the fireworks display at the church next door and rediscovering all the wonder of childhood.

(Or at least the wonder of being a hobbit-child when Gandalf's in town.)

In one of the old dictionaries I rescued (copyright 1944, beautifully bound in red leather), I found scribbled on the back page in childish handwriting:

                stop stop
                stop THE Wedding
                  top stoP
                stop the wedd

stop stop
stop the weddi ng

STOP

I'm really dying to know what that's all about.