NOTHING GOT POSTED YESTERDAY because the internet shop was shut at midday. How unforgivable! Also I'm not posting the "thoughtful" piece mentioned last time as it's not completed yet. I've been having lots of rodent dreams.
One dream in particular is based on a joke I ridiculed my good friend from Wiltshire, Parsnipetta, with. I informed her that creamy cheesecakes re more expensive than plain because the piggles round the side are a rare kind of mouse milk only ordinarily available from Harrods' deli. And she believed me!
Then I either saw on telly or read on the internet or had a vivid dream ~ I'm assuming it must have been the dream ~ that there really are mice from the mouse dairy on teeny-weeny milking machines and the cream they produce is a true international delicacy..(!)
Surely it was a dream? You don't actually get dairy mice, do you? My robbies do like it when I coo such crap at them. They gaze up at me all beady-eyed and adoringly... But maybe it's just the sound of my voice...
The neighbours must surely believe I am going crazy. "Have you got perky little petal ones? Yes you have!" (Petal ears: bonsai roses.) Or "glittery little beady ones!" (Eyes.) I wonder if next doors have any idea what I'm talking about?.. Or who I'm talking to?
See! No mention of death, despair or heroin needles! Have a fine weekend, y'all!
PS My Dairy Mice have nibbled an entire 1/2 of a chalk stick (cobalt blue).
PPS My friend Pascal is no longer taking my calls after I dared feel too ill to ride the back of a motorbike in ill-fitting helmet carrying outsized mirror in pukeworthy condition (the Night of the Vomiting...)
All Saints: Pure Shores
Official soundtrack to the Leonardo DiCaprio/Cate Blanchett film, The Beach:
This is classic. Hear this one 2nd
Getting personal - I'm leading Zac's tonight. We've been studying the gospel of Luke and tonight we arrive at the Last Supper. I grew up attending an Anglican church - I was ...
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