One solver phoned her council for help with a tricky clue: where else can the frustrated crossworder turn for help?
What is the seven-letter name of James Bond’s ailurophile nemesis?
Sometimes an answer – whether it has been clued concisely or cryptically – refuses to come to mind. There is, we should all agree, little honour or satisfaction in leaving a crossword grid only partly filled. But if the brain can’t do it, how are those squares going to get the right letters?
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