Oh bother! After writing a whole set of paragraphs in the HappenStance Story Chapter 3 about the pain of errors and having to learn to live with it, there was a bebo, I mean booboo, in the first line of my verse Christmas card. How many times have I read that card? How many weeks did the prototype sit in the dining room table? I don't think I would ever have seen it said 'Bards of Bards' instead of 'Bard of Bards' if someone hadn't written and pointed out the 'clunker'.