Whenever there was an outbreak of the sweat, the well-off (including, of course, Henry VIII) would try to keep ahead of it by removing from palace to palace. Unfortunately I don’t have any spare palaces and the result is that I am sick enough — and as a result of not being able to get to libraries, bookless enough — that there is absolutely nothing I am capable of writing about tonight. However, if you have any topics in Anne Boleyn fiction you’d like explored (and who doesn’t have at least one?) feel free to let me know what they are and I’ll write them up over the next few weeks. Just not tonight.