I don't want to go blaming my tools or nuffin', but for reasons that elude even my investigative snout, this here blogging device has turned off the diacritical markers. Perhaps the authorities don't realise that some of us rely on our daily circumflex to get the blood trickling.
Even so, they must know that Charlotte Bronte is nothing without her diaeresis, that the ancien regime suffers acute withdrawal pangs, that some of us ethnic minority types from the outer Hebrides can't type out our full nomenclature properly without resorting to the grave (no thanks, Ma & Pa Harlot, bless 'em, for the Gaelic middle name).
Where have you gone, oh cirumflex? Hotel Harlot looks cheap and tawdry without you.