"How about a little harping?" they said, looking upon the head supported in two rather earthy hands as it drooped over the typewriter waiting for the muse to strike up the band. "What do you mean?" it snapped aggressively and suspectingly "They're being rude" I thought, but even rudeness can help sometimes; ..."What are you driving at??" (to them with added vehemence, which is like water on a duck's back, curse them!)... "Westmoreland Thyme of course!" ...it is said that I am always harping upon Westmoreland thyme...