Hello lovely followers,
There are a good few more of you since last night, and as such, it seems like a good time to make a public service announcement. So, to the new people, welcome! It’s great to have you on board, and I hope you enjoy the history/archaeology madness. And to those of you who have been here a while, thank you for sticking with me. I apologise for the lack of posts lately. Job-hunting in the heritage sector is time consuming, as it turns out.
Now, generally I like to end these posts with virtual hugs for everyone, preferably of the Buffy variety.
Thomas Hood (1799-1845)
'Twas in the middle of the night, To sleep young William tried, When Mary´s ghost came stealing in, And stood at his bed-side. O William dear! O William dear! My rest eternal ceases; Alas! my everlasting peace Is broken into pieces. I thought the last of all my cares Would end with my last minute; But tho´ I went to my long home I didn´t stay long in it. The body-snatchers they have come, And made a snatch at me; It´s very hard them kind of men Won´t let a body be! You thought that I was buried deep Quite decent like and chary, But from her grave in Mary-bone They´ve come and boned your Mary. The arm that used to take your arm Is took to Dr. Vyse; And both my legs are gone to walk The hospital at Guy´s. I vow´d that you should have my hand, But fate gives us denial; You´ll find it there, at Dr. Bell´s In spirits and a phial. As for my feet, the little feet You used to call so pretty, There´s one, I know, in Bedford Row, The t´other´s in the city. I can´t tell where my head is gone, But Doctor Carpue can: As for my trunk, it´s all pack´d up To go by Pickford´s van. I wished you´d go to Mr. P. And save me such a ride; I don´t half like the outside place, They´ve took for my inside. The cock it crows - I must begone! My William we must part! But I´ll be yours in death, altho´ Sir Astley has my heart. Don´t go to weep upon my grave, And think that there I be; They haven´t left an atom there Of my anatomie.