Hostile forces are putting pressure on our people. Take out their supply line to give our troops room to breathe.

[…] spreading over my bedding an indian-rubber poncho to exclude the rain.

I just can't get on with these new glasses.

'Oh my, I'm all over the shop,' said Mhairi, as she mispaddled into a tangle of mangroves at one point, and stiff grey fingers dangling above quested for root space in her hair.