It’s been drawn to my attention by a regular peruser of this ramshackle pile of verbiage that I’ve been cruelly and wantonly abusing the poor old apostrophe of possession, for which I humbly apologise. I’m going to check it all out over the weekend and see if I can’t get a handle on this punctuation thing, but I doubt I’ll go as far as reading that damned book by Lynne Truss. I do try to get the written language right, but up until I started this blog I’d not written anything of this sort since I was a callow youth, and most of what I learned then has been sadly forgotten, and I was crap at it then, too. I’ll sort it, sorry if it has been irritating anyone.
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