Over here [thanks , NB]
Hubert Bland, born in Woolwich, early Fabian, SDFer, ILPer, anti-feminist, pro-Boer-War, etc., 3 January 1855, died 14 April 1914.
If any Oxford-based Stoa-readers think they might like a second-hand TV, please get in touch. My old one is just taking up space in the attic now, so we thought it was probably time to get rid of it. I think it works fine. No aerial, though. And you’d have to come and cart it off.
My first attempt to keep worms has failed, after a pitifully short three months, and I have to live with the knowledge that I am a worm-killer.
I think I forgot the elementary lesson that it’s far better to underfeed than to overfeed. They seemed to be doing pretty well when I left, three weeks ago, motoring through whatever we gave them. Thinking that they’d need quite a bit of food in our absence, I went through the fridge and shredded a lot of the remaining vegetable matter into their tub. But instead what’s happened is that a lot of the food in the tub has rotted, and I think the worms have been poisoned by the horrible smelly goo.
Apologies for the gap. I was off in the Holy Land with a gang of archaeologists and similar.
The Psalmist also wrote, “Moab is my washpot; over Edom will I cast out my shoe” (60.8). Go over the fold for some shoe-casting out over Edom.