And the Prophet opened his mouth and spake:
“Yea, there shall come a time when Fybre rulest all, and men and women shall neglect all other pursuits, yea, even unto the care of their chyldren. The shall care not for food nor drink nor family nor no other gods by Fybre, and ye shall know them by their needles…
“If she can’t get the wool, she gets violent…”
I have the mother of all headaches, so that’s all you get today.