How one wishes that a proofreader had cast an eye across the copy for these tender lines, now incised in marble. Permanent doesn't come more, er, permanent.
Crisp, clear, correct text - so simple, so sensible and yet so strangely elusive in all manner of contexts.
That menu, wedding invitation, order of service, essay, job application, dissertation...
You want them to be right. Right?
Or you could chance it - and bare the consequences.
Meanwhile... Rory is available.
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