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Three funerals and no wedding.

Not quite the ratio one would like.

But, at least we shall get to see the old country once again.

Through the wind and rain to the land of milk and honey.

Or, milking stools and honey traps?

Maybe not.

Milking stools are probably a thing of the past.

And who needs to trap honey when it is readily available in jars?

So, we shall just see what there is to see.

And who there is to see.

And see how it goes.

“How goes the day?”

We’ll rain-check you on that.