What's in a name?

Very flat, Norfolk.

We had to go to a supermarket in North Walsham today for reasons too boring to relate, and on the way back I found myself musing on English place names, and what feels right. Since I was nine years old I have basically lived in the south eastern quarter of England, and there are some common name constructions that are embedded in the landscape. They are probably embedded further away than I've lived, though the farthest parts of this island—Cornwall, Wales, Scotland—have different histories and undoubtedly also different naming conventions.
( Musings cut to spare the boredom of those of you who do not care )

OK. Shower time now, as we managed to do our yoga routine this morning on the new mats.

Thoughts, and a suggestion for January Jones

Beast has decided that he is henceforth a troll. He will exact a toll from each cat that passes through the door next to his chair. He is doing quite well for pettings and nosebumps.
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Can you imagine what This would be like without the internet? Doesn't bear thinking about.

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I feel that Love in a Time of Plague should involve a great deal of phone sex. If I had the energy I would start a challenge to that effect, but, eh. Still, something to think about, right?

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Woe is me, I forgot I had put chicken stock on the hob. The kitchen was full of fragrant steam and a burnt smell. Woe.

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Oh. My. God.

In this post on TLo, January Jones (scroll down a few) is wearing the world's most hideous kaftan.

And, right now, as I type, I am wearing this very same garment. It is probably the ugliest garment I own. I got it many, many years ago—probably about forty, as my evil stepmother gave it to me. I keep it purely because it is warm, and I wear it instead of my customary jeans when I know I'm staying indoors and I want to ventilate my ladybits. There is no other excuse for this thing. It is knitted, incidentally, not some nice, drapey kaftan cotton.

WFT, January Jones? Are you out of your mind? Burn that thing! Unless you need to ventilate your ladybits, I suppose.