On bended knee here... the brougham finds itself mired in a little metaphorical mud.
The combination of unexpected kitten, an excess of Wimbledon and my Port Eliot reading and stitching preparations have not been conducive to settling down calmly with George Eliot and I see no window to do so on the visible horizon.
So would you mind very much if we postponed next weekend's Middlemarch discussion about Book IV Three Love Problems until after Port Eliot and after the Olympics??
I would rather do this properly than rush, so my suggestion is that we re-convene over the weekend of August 25th-26th, and I'm hoping that is alright with you all.