Congratulations to our neighbours who, after yonks of cohabitation, sooo got hitched last weekend. I found this cute-but-kitsch bit of wedding ephemera in lieu of a card and got to wondering why chimney sweeps spelled such good luck for happy couples. I figured they might form some kind of symbolic repository for filth, a way of keeping the nuptials pure-as-driven-snow. Turns out it's some dreary tale about George III and a bolting horse.

Next time I'll just make it up.