The flowers that bloom in the spring, tra-la, have nothing to do with the case
I had been meaning to post something sentimental and delighted about the single yellow crocus that recently pushed up through the dead grasses in the front yard.
I just shoveled an inch and a half of freezing slush off the front walk.
Ah, springtime in New England.
I just shoveled an inch and a half of freezing slush off the front walk.
Ah, springtime in New England.

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It's here. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Ha1yxm3R9M)
But I utterly failed to listen to the commentary.
Have you listened to the A Canterbury Tale commentary? I know it took me a long time before I found a place in my life for commentary--since the sort of work you do always involves words, I imagine you'd have a harder time finding such a place. Maybe if you arranged enormous speakers outside while you shovelled snow . . . It would be a novel thing to annoy the neighbours with, anyway.