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You know what doesn't go with medieval garb? Bright red hair.
But it's half ten(Half ten? Half ten?? I've never been up at half ten! What happens?) and I'm all dressed in dresses with impractical skirts. (Well, just one dress actually.) And as soon as the master chef in the other room has finished printing out the feast recipes we'll be off.
To where, you ask?
To Lindisfarne! (And not Findisfarne as I typoed. Mmmm, Finland.) And why to we go? To burn it to the ground, oh!
But it's half ten
To where, you ask?
To Lindisfarne! (And not Findisfarne as I typoed. Mmmm, Finland.) And why to we go? To burn it to the ground, oh!
