There be wee imps sneking into mine hovel at night, beating upon mine back with hammers whilst I sleep, causing me to be unable to rise promptly upon awakening at pre-Dawn, making me late to ye beet fields to commence work. The HOA security be inadequyate.
I particularly enjoyed "Lord of Garthbrook." It remindeth me of mine own "Aethelmertz of the Isle of Lucie."
"Many of thy homes are actively on fire." I laughed out loud. So good.
‘Tis oft fun to laugh at the silly peasants, e’en when their flaming rooves are bringing down home prices in the neighbourhood.
There be wee imps sneking into mine hovel at night, beating upon mine back with hammers whilst I sleep, causing me to be unable to rise promptly upon awakening at pre-Dawn, making me late to ye beet fields to commence work. The HOA security be inadequyate.
The wee imps ARE the security. Ye HOA merely sends them around to remind thee to get up and harvest thy beets.
Medieval H.O.A.s were fiefdoms.
Modern H.O.A.s are feefdoms.