Furthermore, men of Harlech smell like garlic

I rather treasure the times that I can make Demeter laugh these days.

Twitter had a heigh-day a few days ago with the #dontvisitWaleschallenge, in which "tweeters" messed with travel posters to spread the message about the important of staying home.

Some of them are rather rude; I've actually picked some of the milder ones.

And some of them require some knowledge of Welsh pronunciation.

. . . or a recognition of a particularly funny and sly aspect of Under Milkwood by Dylan Thomas.

I had to explain the last one to Demeter, which is ironic, because she originally explained "Llareggub Hill" to me when I was thirteen.