The storm that never was

March. When the weather will not be constrained by social expectations of behaviour. We almost had some storms today. That was exciting.

But I spent my entire day trying to wrap my head around various land sales from the 1820s, from one person on one map, to a record of another, to another again shown on a different map. No wonder I'm hitting the lolly jar hard this week. Those haribo and freddo frogs don't know what's hit them.