In honour of my visit, he'd gotten rid of 'most' of the cobwebs, and washed and hoovered the walls next to the bed. Hoovered the walls? What sort of creatures were living in the gaps in the stone that would need to be hoovered out?

The ribs of the few horses showed dismally.

And yet, slap dash, is all again In every sinew, nerve, and vein; Runs here and there, like Hamlet's ghost

an alish taste