It’s mine own fault really :o(
For falling madly in love with a Medieval (Viking) Norwegian King called Magnus (Barelegs) Olafsson.
You’ve gotta love the name of his sword. When he wasn’t shooting arrows into Norman Earl’s eyes, he was hamstringing his enemies with a weapon called Legbiter.
He came back to bite me. Tut.
Mmmmmn. Strange but true (?)
