<i>I met an extremely intriguing individual in a tiny hamlet South of Oxford. I was en route to board my traincar back home. As it was getting rather late I asked a gentleman for the way to the nearest tavern. He obliged, before promptly informing me that he would be joining my company, as he was rather parched himself. <BR><BR><BR>

In the tiny dark pub we talked at length. He seemed particularily interested in my teaching position back in London at the grammar academy. The night wore on and I indulged quite heavily in the local ales. By the end of the night I was at a loss to properly measure the gentlemans hair and tail, as they seemed to shift and change with the sways of my liquor addled mind. Finally, after many drinks and a comfortable enough rest I was on my way back home on the next train. <BR><BR><BR>

Nothing much else to report, my darling. Now I shall go and shut the window, the light from the full moon is doing ghastly things to the headache I'd just gotten after sundown.</i>