Here are this weekend’s riddles to entertain you through whatever you’re still allowed to do.
1: Neither prospector nor thief, I’m always somewhere under all those windows. What am I?
2: I’m hardly comfort in your distress, and just confound with my endless stream of messages. What am I?
3: Named for a daughter, I was the original, but was upstaged and undercut just a year and twelve days later. What was I?
I will post the answers first thing on Monday morning.
Please don’t post your answers as comments here: it spoils it for others.