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Young Miss Weaver is failing to grasp the concept of windows. A neighbour cat has been taunting her with his presence on HER patio. However, he is outside the window, and she is inside. He is also twice her size, so the likelihood of me letting her go outside and kick his ass is pretty low. I must admit, though, that he's being exceptionally annoying. Not to me, but to her. It's one thing for him to invade her territory. It's a whole other thing when he sprawls indolently on the deck and looks like he's about to fall asleep. She seems to find his lounging around much more infuriating than when he takes her seriously.

I have been looking for Busman's Honeymoon for the past 10 days, and have finally given up looking. I've bought a new copy from Amazon, not because I think it's one of Dorothy L. Sayers' masterpieces (it's not), but because I am a completist. Not having her whole oeuvre irritates me. Especially when I've looked in every conceivable spot in the entire apartment where a book could be hiding and not found it. On the bright side, while hunting for it, I found several other books that I had also been looking for. But naturally, when I was looking for one particular book, finding some totally different book didn't really make me happy.

Why was Dorothy L. Sayers called Dorothy L. Sayers, anyway? Why not Dorothy Leigh Sayers, or D.L. Sayers, or just plain old Dorothy Sayers? She was English, and I associate the Firstname Middle Initial Lastname convention with Americans.