I’ve spent the vast majority of my life researching and questioning history.

My writing friends used to ask me, decades ago, where did you get THAT info from?

FACT.

I once had a major online verbal fisty-cuffs with a “famous” published historical fiction writer about hygiene in the 17th century. She totally ignored my multiple replies and published a book describing Louis XIV as incredibly smelly. From a line written in her protagonist’s “memoires” about being the mistress of the Sun King.

Whatever. Gardez l’eau….the night soil is about to be tossed out of the window!

Or collected to make compost for their magnificent gardens.

Oh. Men urinating on the compost heap is actually quite good. It’s rich in nitrogen.

FFS. With only candles and multiple corridors/occupants, freezing cold weather etc who would traipse miles to find a toilet? They used a gazunder. A potty? A chamber pot?

Oh. Apologies. I got side-tracked.

Timelines ARE Collapsing but so many are so resistant to this that they’ll just keep producing the same old insoluble sitch- u- ations to keep us confused.

BTW : I have a Mudflood in my garden. The ancient cobbles around the stables and down the side of the house are so covered in mud and weeds that you’d think it was a lawn.

The windy wind blows in dust and leaves that dry in the scorchio sun and then turn to mud during the wet autumn before freezing solid in the cold winter. Then it happens again the next year.

And the next year….