RIP Junkets...

It's 188 years today, alas, since Keats breathed his last. In honour of which I have managed 811 words on the novel. It is my firm intention to progress that this week! (Though I'm sure Junkets wouldn't mind too much if I also managed a bit of Merlinising in the afternoons...) So I hope to have Good Things to report on the 28th as I look back at the month of February.