I've commenced Das Städtelprojekt, a.k.a. Fred. I don't know how far it will take me, but just to be clear: you're in it. Meantime, snots of Fall traverse the trees etc. No one can keep anything clean (there are many garment changings). A minor character I may develop, may not, is mistaken for a basket and becomes the hero, if you can call it a hero, of an attempt on Basil's virginity, who's only read Pound and a smattering of Thomas Bewick's letters.