Fortunately it is impossible to march anybody anywhere quickly (as Josephine said to Napoleon when she suggested he put off conquering Russia until the Spring) so it only took three or maybe four u-turns blithely executed on county highways before I spotted a mass of children disappearing over a distant hill. It should have reminded me of the Pied Piper; it actually reminded me of the battle hosts marching from Mordor.
Julia's blog had me laughing out loud, to coin an overused phrase, and I just had to read it to Mr. Nag who confirmed to me that it is indeed funny. He did this by turning the corners of his mouth up slightly and making a strange hmmming sound.
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