In Which I Totally Lose Control of My Footnotes

 

 . . . But I am under terrible stress.  The Second Frelling Handbell Wedding is tomorrow.   There are of course one or two other contributing factors* to the stress level.**   But right at the moment, twelve hours*** before Colin swings by to pick Niall and me up† I am chiefly focussed on the fact that I have to ring handbells in public tomorrow.  For a wedding!  For somebody's Momentous Life Event!  Crumbs and cockatoos.  I keep remembering, years ago now, when Niall and Esme were first...