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"Durham" by J.M.W. Turner (c.1835) You may be relieved to learn that I did not die on The Great North Road - though one or two of you may now be yelling, "Shucks!" at your screens. Since I departed for our forty eight hours in the county of Durham, masked American ICE agents have killed another decent citizen in Minneapolis. Not only did they do that, they also lied blatantly about what had really happened. In Trumplandia, truth seems to be an inconvenient barrier to be negotiated. Please rest in peace Nurse Pretti - you were the best of us, no matter what the fascist liars might say. The house in Shincliffe was marvellous - so clean and roomy and warm and well-appointed and historical and "lived in". It was a joy to stay there even though when I was lying in the emperor bed, the empress seemed to be lying in an adjacent parish. And it was nice to spend time with Carolyn. She and I have always got along easily. On Saturday, I walked into Durham...