Borrowers, Mud Tents, And Lace.

Hello, my pretties! Where have I been these past fifteen days, I hear you cry? Well, my dears, I have been everywhere. Every little corner of my mind has been searched. And all for nothing inparticular. Simply, you wombats, because I've had nothing else to do. I thought about meaningless things, like me as a Borrower. YOU as a Borrower. I thought about building a tent of mud at Glastonbury. I thought about te best way to mend lace.
What's next? You tell me.

Daphne.