I had no idea how much dear Benedict resembles an otter. But here it is, unarguably presented to us by the wonderful Red Scharlach.

Click and enjoy.

Can you tell them apart?

In other internet time-wasting news, I have discovered the Chateau to which I shall one day retire and spend my days wafting around the rooms in a floor length ball gown (“tell the servants to bring more scented candles, someone’s been wafting in here again…”); posing dramatically on a love seat to bat my eyelids and pen a poem, or perchance I’ll take up the harpsichord. When I’m not out hunting unicorns, of course.

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Now back to my office. Damn you, reality. But at least there is coffee.