Apostrophiles, arise!

I’ve come up with a new word. It’s a word to describe everyone of us who shudders, balks, yea positively rails at the profound ignorance of Everyone Else who gives not a monkey’s whether the monkeys receive their due possessives or plurals. It’s a word for its time, when the intelligent distinction between the treatment … More Apostrophiles, arise!

The spare room

One can discover wonders in the spare room. The spare room of one’s parents-in-law, to be precise. Not the kind of spare room that has some kind of mysterious, solitary piece of furniture brooding in its corner, awaiting the inquisitive look of an open-minded child; though I am for the first time, I must confess, … More The spare room