Jeremy's booked my ticket to South Africa, hooray hooray! I'm so excited. It's six whole months away, so I will have time to get quite jaded and blasé, but in the meantime - Yippee!
In other news, Beri wept and howled when he spilt his (really quite big) bottle of bubble mixture. I wept and howled when I discovered the sticky mess not on the patio as I first assumed, but On The Kitchen Floor. Annoying on how many levels? Still, it looked jolly good as Jeremy watched me being a good housewife mopping the floor, with no idea of why I was doing it.
Bugger. I think he reads this.
Oh and and and! Kit's halfterm homework required himn to investigate wildlife habitats - the sorts of creatures who inhabit soil, and leaf mould, and other varieties of filth. I know, I know, it's not filth - it's good healthy stuff. But when he brings a bucketload of said stuff into the kitchen and tips it out onto the kitchen table, and then stirs it around looking for wildlife, then it's filth.
Prof Pickford
7 years ago
2 comments:
My, what a lovely lot of posts since I last read your blog. It would have been much simpler to just chuck Greg off the pompicuter and just read them, rather than make the enormous trek to hear all your stories in person. However, I would then not have realised the embodiment, in your silver wiggly beanpoles, of the ideal to 'have nothing in your house which you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful'. (I am reliably informed that I also meet both these criteria...)
William Morris would have been proud to know you! Maybe you were Lizzie Siddall in a previous life. (Oh - was she Rossetti's mistress, and not Morris's?)
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