Bank Holiday Monday - it is cold, grey and windy also as previously written, I don't have my car. I have no other choice but to hammer out what is left of this essay. The plus side is, today I have an empty house - Hubby is working at a friend's house and Prodigal 2 is earning part of his crust on the local caravan site. I have had to weed out a massive chunk of the essay as it doesn't fit in with the rest of it (not just William Blake either - the political message behind nursery rhymes was another). Thing is, this is a comparatively short essay and I didn't have elbow room for some of it.
13:51 It is done (well at least for now - I am sick of looking at it); I just have to lose 134 words.
15:04 'Tis done, woohoo!! Will peruse through possible texts for TH3 - l'ultimo :-D