Am finally wrapping up a project that took much longer than I anticipated, so I should soon be able to get back to my true calling, of composing long, whingeing posts complaining that I can't think of anything to blog about.
I can't help it -- it's like . . . a vocation or something.
In the meantime, for your reading pleasure, I present the estimable Natalie Solent:
Empathy is the thing in schools history these days. You get the kids to think their way in to what it was really, truly like to be a fourteenth century Bohemian swineherd and feel their pain. Empathising with groups neglected and derided by the "Kings 'N' Battles" school of history is particularly favoured.
As part of my personal commitment to this school of thought, I'd like to bring up for public view the sufferings of a marginalised and stigmatised group. Slaveowners. Ever thought about their problems, huh? You probably think a person who can legally demand the unlimited services of another human has everything he wants. But you'd be wrong.
Fear not: the saucy little minx is merely being provocative.