Very occasionally, they will not come out on parade, those twenty six vexing letters. Tonight I want them limbering up, stretching, and getting ready for action, but they're not responding. They're not coming out of their quarters, and it feels like it's going to be a futile effort to get them to line up with their comrades in arms - the grammar corps.

This blank page, any blank page for that matter, might as well be a parade ground. Letters turn up for duty, stand shoulder to shoulder for a moment, while I think of the formations I want them to assemble in, how I want them to march across the page. Orders are shouted and then it starts. Just tonight, it's not happening. It's a mutiny. Mutiny on the Blog?